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"She turned away, what was she looking at?
She was a sour girl the day that she met me
Hey, what are you looking at?
She was a happy girl the day that she left me

She turned away, what was she looking at?
She was a sour girl the day that she met me
Hey, what are you looking at?
She was a happy girl when she left me

What would you do?
What would you do if I followed you?
What would you do?
I follow!

Don't turn away, what are you looking at?
He was so happy on the day that he met her
Say, what are you looking at?
I was a superman, but looks are deceiving

The rollercoaster rides a lonely one
I paid a ransom note to stop it from steaming
Hey, what are you looking at?
She was a teenage girl when she met me

What would you do?
What would you do if I followed you?
What would you do?
I follow!

The girl got reasons
They all got reasons

What would you do?
What would you do if I followed you?
What would you do?
I follow!

Hey, what are you looking at?
She was a happy girl the day that she left me
The day that she left me
The day that she left me"

(Sour Girl - Stone Temple Pilots)

E então... O que será que você faria se eu te seguisse?

Prosa da separação - parte 3

O segundo doeu mais, e ele nem era namorado. Dele eu gostava um pouquinho, e pela primeira vez a rejeição foi verdadeira mesmo. Rejeições platônicas aceitam interpretações variadas. Rejeições reais sangram, dóem. Não é assim a melhor das sensações, definitivamente. Legal é ver que quinze anos depois o cara ainda me procura. Sempre do mesmo jeito, como quem não quer nada, sondando terreno. E de tempos em tempos eu tenho a chance de me vingar. De novo, e de novo. Vingança sendo devorada fria e em pequenas porções. Indescritível.