Zumbizando na minha mesa, gripado demais para conseguir me concentrar
(meu corpo dói)... ficar gripado me deixa uma lady.

tem uma música ecoando na minha cabeça.
o pior é que advinharam ela há uns minutos atrás.
eu nem havia perguntado nada...

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places
Worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere
Going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression
No expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I?m dying are the best I?ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen
Sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me
No one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what?s my lesson
Look right through me
Look right through me
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I?m dying are the best I?ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Enlarging your world
Mad world...

essa música é ducaralho...

eu preciso da minha cama
e de um cafuné.