4:30 am. Insomniac.

Lay my head under the water,
lay my head, under the sea.
Excuse me sir, am I your daughter?
Won't you take me back? Take me back and see.

There's not a time, for being younger
and all my friends, are enemies..
And if I cried unto my mother
no she wasn't there, she wasn't there for me.

Don't let the water drag you down.
Don't let the water drag you down.
 
Broken lines across my mirror
show my face all red and bruised,
and though I screamed and I screamed, well, no one came running.
No I wasn't saved, I wasn't safe from me.

Don't let the water drag you down.
Don't let the water drag you down.

Don't let me drown, don't let me drown in the waves, oh darling.
I could be found, I could be what you had saved.
Lay my head, under the water.
Aloud I pray for calmer seas.
And when I wake from this dream with chains all around me..
No, I've never been, I've never been free.









Ese momento en el que Taylor Momsen agarra una guitarra, un micrófono y me parte el alma al medio.