tenho-o recordado nos últimos dias, sobretudo por ser também um daqueles que merecia ser imortal. 
e hoje, uma dúzia de anos depois, apenas sei que desapareceu muito cedo, cedo demais.

Thought you'd be looking for the next in line to love

Then ignore, put out, and put away

And so you'd soon be leaving me alone like I'm supposed to be

Tonight, tomorrow, and every day

There's nothing here that you'll miss

I can guarantee you this is a cloud of smoke

Trying to occupy space

What a fucking joke

I waited for a bus to separate the both of us

And take me off, far away from you

'Cos my feelings never change a bit

I always feel like shit

I don't know why, I guess that I just do

You once talked to me about love

And you painted pictures of a never never land

And I could have gone to that place

But I didn't understand

I didn't understand