Não sei.

Hoje até acordei com vontade de escrever, mas esgotei tudo na composição diagnóstico a Português.

Deixo só bocados aleatórios de músicas dos Fall Out Boy.

Baby, seasons change but people don't.
And I'll always be waiting in the back room.
People will dissect us til' this doesn't mean a thing anymore.
We do it in the dark, with smiles on our faces.
We're dropped and well concealed in secret places.

Me and you, setting in a honeymoon.
If I woke up next to you.

You are the dreamer
And we are the dream.
I could write it better than you ever felt it.
My words are my faith.
To hell with our good name.
A remix of your guts.
Your insides x-rayed.

So hum hallelujah,
Just off the key of reason.