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Monday, August 04, 2008
I can’t stand this world,
It’s not that much bad, May be they right, May be I’m paranoid, May be I’m just a fool who believes in ideals, I’m gonna cry one of these days, I’m gonna torn apart one of these days, I’m gonna pray one of these days, I’m gonna die one of these days, What if I never wake up tomorrow?! I bet it’ll better for all of us… I bet no one’s going to miss me, one of those days,,, So lets just pray.. that may be, I’m not going to see tomorrow…
Sunday, June 08, 2008
I'm sure, you hadn't thought about my current situation even for 1 minute,,, You never loved me,, I'm ok with that,,Now I'm ok,,, Beieng with you was always great for me,,but I feel like this doesn't make sence any more, and this things will going no where,,, I just try to move on,as u always Did and still do
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Do you know when it hurts the most? When u feel like double fucked up,,, It’s been two hard times,, two most serious ones,,,which led to end and I still don’t know what should I feel about them?!World, I really have a question : " Seriously, was I that mych unlovable?!"Yeah,,,in my world,,people love each other,,,people care about each other,,,, you can call me mad,or idealist,,,,but I bet you’ll see me free one day,,,, up in the skies or down down to the hell…. No one knows,,,, I’ll wait,,,, as I had to be,,,, I’ll move on,,, I never felt that much fucked up in my whole life,,,even 7 years ago,,,,,, Labels: Desolated
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Thursday, February 01, 2007
I've called you so many times todayAnd
I guess it's all true what your girlfriends say That you don't ever want to see me again And your brother's gonna kill me and he's six feet ten I guess you'd call it cowardice But I'm not prepared to go on like this I can't, I can't I can't stand losing I can't stand losing you I see you've sent my letters back And my LP records and they're all scratched I can't see the point in another day When nobody listens to a word I say You can call it lack of confidence But to carry on living doesn't make no sense I can't, I can't I can't stand losing I guess this is our last goodbye And you don't care so I won't cry But you'll be sorry when I'm dead And all this guilt will be on your head I guess you'd call it suicide But I'm too full to swallow my prideI can't, I can'tI can't stand losing I can't stand losing you Police ( . . )
Saturday, January 20, 2007
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