Afraid...

Torn
Natalie Imbruglia
Composição: Indisponível

I thought I saw a man brought to life
He was worn he came around like he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry

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

There's nothin' where he used to lie
My conversation has run dry
That's what's goin' on

Nothing's fine
I'm torn
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

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
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

Torn

Ohh, ooh...

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
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
I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I'm ashamed
Bound and broken on the floor
You're a little late
I'm already torn

Torn
Oh...

[guitar solo out]

Oh...

Good night.

The day wasn't good... wasn't good enough to put me up... Yesterday was a bad day... And still is in my heart this bad feeling...
School was boring:

• Math class: I didn't asnwered the activity.
• Portuguese: was the best one this morning... I wasn't flying high... I understood the class.
• Chemistry: I didn't understand any shit.
• Interval: Boring... As always...
• Physics: interesting class.
• History: not that good, 'cause I didn't studied the chapter about the Africa and Asia descolonization. I just knew the subject, because I studied last year.

Getting home I slept for a while. I was tired because I slpet late yesterday. After I started to paint arts work. Talking about it, I have to finish with the girls...And I have to study the poem I'm going to recite. I just wish I could have not class tomorrow: in the morning and in the afternoon. Tomorrow I'll have dentist and italian. Talking about italian, I'm going to study italian this evening.. I'm all fucked up on it... Bloody Hell... I'm not well... You can see what I'm listening: James Blunt, Bridget Jones soundtrack, Within Temptation... Music that I listen when I'm very sad... Maybe tomorrow I'll write a letter to Carol... I didn't want to write her a letter having all this feelings... 'Cause it seems that everytme I send her a letter, there's something wrong... Today I ate 'churros'... It's been a long time that I don't eat one of these...

I putted this song, 'cause the chrous of it, shows how I'm feeling. That's why it's in blodface and black. The photo shows that I'm feeling alone... Actually... I don't have a big feeling of loneliness... But I'm sure I'll have tomorrow coming back home from my course.. 1 hour and a half in the bus makes me feel very upset.. I'll feel down... It'll be very bad... I think I'll take my discman... It'll help me little bit...

I have to go now my friends... Study a little bit more... Actually I didn't study anything today, so I'll start studing...

Good bye and have good dreams...

Nightingale... Sad... Perhaps crying... Inside...