Opera

You were asking
Why I don't* sing.
Maybe is because
I don't sing anything, anyway

And isn't my fault,

Or darling, I swear

Isn't my fault

Maybe is not,
Maybe it is.

Maybe the problem is that I've tried

I try hard to being out of me
And do not to show you a thing

Because I'm surprised

Now I'm like  a child
Smiling

Smiles,
Smile with me.

Smile,
 because you're the reason of this
Smile,
'Cause you know I'm falling out of my steps
Smile,
'Cause, even today,
I'm still smiling
And
I'm still beginning
And
I'm still feeling
And
I'm still
the same kid

That I'm
to me.

*verbo modificado em respeito à opiniões amigas - sobre o verbo e sobre a voz