da ja sam glupa , mrzim se ..al ozbiljno....vise necu komunicirat s nikim jer cu tu osobu sam povrijediti...kako sam glupa...nemogu vjerovati atek nemem nista za reci jedino kaj znam..je,,,,da mi je zao..stvarno ne vjerujem vise uopce u nista i ne vidim svrhu ......zelim svima samo najbolje ne mrzim nikog znam se nasalit na tudi raČun...ili rec kak je glupa il mrzim te...al sve bi napravila za 2.,.....ponekad mi se cini da neki to ne bi za mene al..ugl..nisam ja sad vazna i mrzim ovaj jebeni blog jer nema smisla (nedostaju mi anini komentari)...to uopce nije ono kaj sam htjela postic ..i jucer sam shvatila da NEZNAM crtati ja nemam pojma kaj ja radim od sebe..i zlo mi je i mrzim starce mrzim to kaj mi stari nebi reko u facu kaj misli o meni neg stoji pored mene i veli staroj kak sam glupa..isuse boze...a stara daj MOLIM te odi!!!... nemam zraka i lose mi je ..da bar danas nisam isla van da sam se bar nakljukala ili da bar nemam ruke....mislim tak se uopce ne bi zivcirala jer nisam upala u primijenjenu i ne bi danas bila takvA......KAKO SAM GLUPA DA SE BAR NISAM NIKAD RODILA DA SU BAR LJUDI SRETNIJI .,VISE NEZNAM KAKO POMOCI NEKOM....
the used: i'm a fake
Small, simple, safe price.
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets.
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals.
And I am not afraid to die;
I am not afraid to bleed and fuck and fight,
I want the pain of payment.
What's left, but a section of pigmy sized cuts.
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks.
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand fucks?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid.
To fill and spill over and under my thoughts.
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the gutter.
I'm cutting trying to picture your black, broken heart.
Love is not like anything.
Especially a fucking knife!
Look at me.
You can tell,
By the way I move and do my hair
Do you think that it's me,
Or it's not me?
I don't even care.
I'm alive, I don't smell.
I'm the cleanest I have ever been.
I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry.
Dry.
Just look at me, look at me now.
I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake.
Just look at me, look at me now.
I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake.
Do I drink?
Do I date?
I've got perfect placements.
All my ink
Satisfied, in your eyes.
I'm the biggest fan I've got right now.
I made sure I looked how I wanted to look.
The people around me,
The people surround me.
I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry.
Dry.
Just look at me, look at me now.
I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake.
Just look at me, look at me now.
I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake.
Just look at me now.
I'm a fake, I'm a fake.
Just look at me now.
I'm a fake, I'm a fake.
My stomach hurts now,
All tied off in lace.
I pray, beg, for anything to hit me in the face.( btw.hvala irma)
And this sickness isn't me.
And I pray to fall from grace.
The last thing I see is feeling.
And I'm telling you I'm a fake,
I'm telling you I'm a fake.
I'm telling you I'm a fake.
I'm telling you I'm a fake.
I'm telling you I'm...
Just look at me, look at me now.
I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake.
Just look at me, look at me now.
I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake.
Just look at me now.
I'm a fake, I'm a fake.
Just look at me now.
I'm a fake, I'm a fake.
Fake!
Fake!
Fake!
Genuine fake...
oprosti....
martina
Post je objavljen 20.08.2006. u 00:29 sati.