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this is me.....
"Call Me When You're Sober"
Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.
Should I let you fall?
Lose it all?
So maybe you can
remember yourself.
Can't keep believing,
We're only deceiving ourselves .
And I'm sick of the lie,
And you're too late.
Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.
Couldn't take the blame.
Sick with shame.
Must be exhausting to
lose your own game.
Selfishly hated,
No wonder you're jaded.
You can't play
the victim this time,
And you're too late.
Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.
You never call me
when you're sober.
You only want it cause it's over,
It's over.
How could I have
burned paradise?
How could I
you were never mine.
So don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
Don't lie to me,
Just get your things.
I've made up your mind.
sunce...more...teke vitra...ajme preraspolozena sam za pisanje mojih bedastoca...hehehe
jutros me uhvatila paranoja,znate sta ako se to nastavi ja odlazim psihijatru dobrovoljno
ozbiljno...naime ovako...zadnje vrime,nekih 6 miseci ja nemogu podnit zatvoren prostor
a pogotovo ako je taj zatvoren prostor moja kuca,jos kad mi npr.mama kaze da moram
ostat njoj pomoci nesto ili ma nebitno sta mene to ubije,osjetim steznje u grlu,bol u glavi
paniku,kao da mi zivot ovisi o tome da izadem vani,nemam pojma kako cu izdrzati ove dane
znam da imam uciti i sve al boli me jaje ja hocu vani,kretati se,sloboda,sloboda,sloboda,sloboda
sloboda...al ne bilo kakva,sloboda kretanja,ja nista ne moram,ja radim sto hocu,evo npr.ucenje
ja to radim jer volim znati ali ne da bih se hvalila drugima sa svojim znanjem nego da ga iskoristim
da pomognem sebi i drugima...trovanje nikotinom...to radim jer to smatram svojom malom strasti
svaki duvan popalim sa gustom i veselim se...isto kao i hrana i pice i spavanje,ali kad mi netko naredi
na nekom mistu moram stajati ili jos gore da moram boraviti u nekom prostoru a ja to nezelim...ajajajaj
tad znam biti gadna,takva sam,neznam jeli to u meni urodeno ili sam luda ali slobodna sam ptica i volim
let,nezelim stajat na tlu,kome se svida samo nek mi se pridruzi,mozemo letit skupa...
nemojte me krivo shvatit nisam takva s ljudima,dobro jesam ali recimo to ovako postoji malo njih
mozda stanu na prste jedne ruke koje bih poslusala da mi nesto narede,tu znam cak i biti slijepa do
jedne granice kad mi moja sloboda udre u glavu i ako vidim da ta osoba meni ne poklanja dovoljno paznje
samo nestanem...vrazji zidovi i strahovi nekoga koce a mene tjeraju da letim....e,medo,medo,tebe zeko loli to je tako
i nikako drugacije
