invisible ink

There comes a time when you swim or sink

So I jumped in the drink

Cuz I couldn't make myself clear

Maybe I wrote in invisible ink

Oh, I've tried to think

How I could have made it appear

But another illlustration is wasted

Cuz the results are the same

I feel like a ghost who's trying to move your hands

Over some widge board in the hopes I can spell out my name

(Aimee Mann)

Certas coisas jamais vou saber perguntar. Ou colocar mesmo de forma discreta, mas clara.