Heey. Meu nome é Quinn.

I thought I saw a man brought to life He was warm he came around Like he was dignified He showed me what it was to cry Tenho 15 anos. Well you couldn't be that man I adored You don't seem to know or seem to care What your heart is for I don't know him anymore Taylor Momsen é minha diva inspiradora. There's nothing where he used to lie My conversation has run dry That's what's going on Nothing's fine I'm torn Já me cortei, mas graças a deus hoje não me corto mais. I'm all out of faith This is how I feel I'm cold and I am shamed Lying naked on the floor Illusion never changed Into something real I'm wide awake and I can see The perfect sky is torn You're a little late I'm already torn Já tive vontade de pegar uma arma e atirar em meu peito. So I guess the fortune teller's right I should have seen just what was there And not some Holy light But you crawled beneath my veins And now I don't care, I have no luck I don't miss it all that much There's just so many things That I can't touch I'm torn Amo Friends, Glee, Modernd Family, Gossip Girls, Big Bang e Pretty Little Liars. I'm all out of faith This is how I feel I'm cold and I am shamed Lying naked on the floor Illusion never changed Into something real I'm wide awake and I can see The perfect sky is torn You're a little late I'm already torn Amo Metallica, Simple Plan, The Pretty Reckless, Rolling Stones, Guns 'n' Roses, Evanescence... Torn Gosto de ler Stephan King. Ohh, ooh... Queria ter ido a um Show do Elvis e do Michael. There's nothing where he used to lie My inspiration has run dry That's what's goin' on Nothing's right I'm torn Queria ter conhecido John Lennon. I'm all out of faith This is how I feel I'm cold and I am shamed Lying naked on the floor Illusion never changed Into something real I'm wide awake and I can see The perfect sky is torn

Gosto de ver estrelas a noite.

I'm all out of faith This is how I feel I'm cold and I am shamed bound and broken on the floor You're a little late I'm already torn Torn Posso morrer agora?      

 

    So I guess the fortune teller's right I should have seen just what was there And not some Holy light But you crawled beneath my veins And now I don't care, I have no luck I don't miss it all that much There's just so many things That I can't touch I'm torn