Reticências de um Poeta Morto

Prometo um post de verdade em breve.
Ando meio atarefado, mas como não presto atenção às aulas de química, escrevi isso:

The Fall of Rebel Girl

You have no idea
Who you're messing with
Innocent child
Step back before it's too late

You still don't look like them
Don't surrender so soon
You may get trapped
For all your life

You were doing so good
Rebel Child
You were doing great
Why are you messing it?

You have no idea
Who you're messing with

Your addictions will have to change soo much
To get in they're vicious circus
In wich you'll start as a clown
And it never ends, rebel child