Compositor: Ricardo Martins
Why I give so much of myself (myself) and get nothing back?
It ́s hurt so hard, feels like hell (hell) and you don ́t seem to care. I feel so sad when you ́re not around, when you ́re not close
Free my hand, free my hand oh oh oh
Free my hand, free my hand oh oh
Free my hand, free my hand
You are banned of my bland heart
I put all my soul in everything (everything), and you don't value
I help you; you take advantage (advantage) and then you run away I shouldn't be like this, I shouldn ́t dive too deep, too quickly
Free my hand, free my hand oh oh oh
Free my hand, free my hand oh oh
Free my hand, free my hand
You are banned of my bland heart
What's left of me? Give me back! Everything you stole from me
What's left of me? Give me back! Everything you stole from me
Free my hand, free my hand oh oh oh
Free my hand, free my hand oh oh
Free my hand, free my hand
You are banned of my bland heart