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Ime:Ana
Prezime:nije važno
Grad:Vinkovci
Godina:13
Volim:glazbu, prirodu, šetanje, izležavanje, hranu, mamu, tatu, svoje prijatelje, 7.b, kišu, gluposti, tapkanje po staroj tipkovnici...
Mrzim:dosadu, naporne i umišljene ljude(a takvih znam mnogo), školu, cajke i još nešto, al se ne mogu sjetit...
Šta da još kažem:ti bi još, aaa?!, e nemože, lol pozzz
Conversion, software version 7.0
looking at life through the eyes of a tired hub
eating seeds as a pastime activity
the toxicity of our city, of our city
Now, what do you own the world?
how do you own disorder, disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep
disorder, disorder, disorder
More wood for the fires, loud neighbours
flashlight riveries caught in the headlights of a truck
eating seeds as a pastime activity
the toxicity of our city, of our city
Now, what do you own the world?
how do you own disorder, disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
disorder, disorder, disorder
Now, what do you own the world?
how do you own disorder, disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep
disorder, disorder, disorder
When I became the sun
I shone life into the man's hearts
When I became the sun
I shone life into the man's hearts
ROULETTE
I have a problem that i cannot explain
I have no reasons why it should have been so plain
Have no questions but i sure have excuse
I lack the reason why i should be so confused
I know how i feel when i'm around you
I don't know how i feel when i'm around you
Around you
Left the message but it ain't a bit of use
I have the pictures the wild might be the deuce
Today you called, you saw me, you explained
Playing the show and running down the planes
I know how i feel when i'm around you
I don't know how i feel when i'm around you
I know how i feel when i'm around you
I don't know how i feel when i'm around you
Around you x3
CHOP SUEY
Wake up,
Grab a brush and put a little (makeup),
Grab a brush and put a little,
Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)
Hide the scars to fade away the,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable
You wanted to,
Grab a brush and put a little makeup,
You wanted to,
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup,
You wanted to,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table,
You wanted to,
I don't think you trust,
In, my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die, Die,
Wake up,
Grab a brush and put a little (makeup),
Grab a brush and put a little,
Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)
Hide the scars to fade away the,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable
You wanted to,
Grab a brush and put a little makeup,
You wanted to,
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup,
You wanted to,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table,
You wanted to,
I don't think you trust,
In, my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
In my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
Father, Father, Father, Father,
Father/ Into your hands/I/commend my spirit,
Father, into your hands,
Why have you forsaken me,
In your eyes forsaken me,
In your thoughts forsaken me,
In your heart forsaken, me oh,
Trust in my self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die,
In my self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die.
Bog, ljudi, ovo je moj ko´ zna koji blog već, ali na ovom ću vam pisat sve i svašta o S.O.A.D.-ovcima pa i o meni, da se imam di izjadat i tak...Danas bila ja dežurna i jel znate kako je bilo; pa naravno dosadno. Čovjek ne može malo sklopit oči a da ti neko ne dođe lupat po vratima i pričat ti kakvo je to ponašanje! Dignite se vi u 6 pa dođite 1. u školu i onda stalno šetkajte tamo-vamo sve do 13:00. Začudo ovaj put su mi sati nekako brže prolazili nego prošli put, ali ipak ja sam lijepo objasnila našoj raski da ja to ne želim i da mi je to prije svega dosadno i glupo, pa nabavite si portira, a mene pustite na miru. Ne kužim kako se neki ljudi iz mog razreda vesele kad znaju da će bit dežurni, bolje mi je i da sam na nastavi nego tamo zujat pola dana. No moja raska je tvrdoglava pa sam eto i po 3. put morala bit u onoj zbijenoj sobici s novim satom koji je bučao u toj samrtnoj tišini. Ali i to sam preživjela i sad skoro spavam dok ovo pišem, a vani opalilo neko nevrijeme kod nas u Vinkovcima, ko zna šta samo Bogu skrivili...
