Aquela balada que não sai da minha cabeça

Tenho que fazer essa música sem violão, sem tradutor, sem poder cantar. Não posso fazer mais barulho que as teclas fazem.

My way of love is fast as a rabbit
Your way of hate is like a little girl scream
A shout of pure feeling of despise my voice
Pure feeling of despise my way of love
So fast, so white and so full of poorness

Your way of smile is like a knife in my eye
May I fly with you?
And my dreams are not true
The way of kill is equal of love and is equal of hate

I don't choose love
You don't choose don't love

It is not for me
It is not for you
If my feelings are bigger than yours
I'll never be cool
How I like to be
How I watch in TV
How I like to love
How I watch in TV

The love is not for me
Or the love is not for you