Based on Portugal 2022
Maro — saudade, saudade
Three years ago,
weird thoughts got in my head, and
didn’t know how to get rid of them.
They paved their way,
seemed like they’re here to stay, they
made me check if I had locked the door.
Gettin’ harder, gettin’ harder.
People all around me say
Everything will be okay.
Gettin’ harder, gettin’ harder.
Feeling I’m alone in this
Maze that’s spread inside my head.
(Internal dialogue)
-Did you forget to close the window?
-Please I don’t wanna be a weirdo!
I’m drowning inside my subego.
Don’t know how to fight this vertígo.
Seems like I need help.
I did not foresee,
Clear the bushes, heal the tree.
Get the work done, long way to run.
Face the fear that’s in my head,
Searching what has been unread.
How to cope with, making progress.
Have better and harder days.
Find the pathways out the maze.
Nothing more that I can say
Says it in a better way.
Reca -lling now
I see how much I’ve grown
This was my way outside the maze.