How many get the way I feel now

I always faked my smile

There's so many careless angels responsible for me

They give me disease

They give me a pain in my neck to feed off me

John Frusciante, "Anne" in Curtains album, 2004.

o meu (coração) transborda
de dor
e em recolhimento
fixa-se na desolação
...
meu triste acalanto.