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THIS IS ME.
THIS IS MY BLOG.
DON`T RIP.
THE GIRL.
Kao prvo, mrzin imat 14.
Iako vodin vrlo jednostavan zivot.
Treniram skijanje i zivim u Spitu.
Hmm, cudno? Da kao cijela ja. xD
Mrzim ljude koji seru i preseravaju se.
Obozavan muziku. Ona me pokrece.
Stvarno puno jedem, cak bi mogla upotrebit
izraz previse. Jbga.
With blood shot eyes, I watch you sleeping
The warmth I feel beside me is slowly fading
Would she hear me, if I call her name?
Would she hold me, if she knew my shame?
There's always something different going wrong
The path I walk is in the wrong direction
There's always someone fucking hanging on
Can anybody help me make things better?
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
Her conscious calls, too guilty to come home
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
Her conscious calls, too guilty to come home
The moments died, I hear no screaming
The visions left inside me are slowly fading
Would she hear me, if I call her name?
Would she hold me, if she knew my shame?
There's always something different going wrong
The path I walk is in the wrong direction
There's always someone fucking hanging on
Can anybody help me make it better?
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
Her conscious calls, too guilty to come home
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
Her conscious calls, too guilty to come home
Would she hear me, if I call her name?
Would she hold me, if she knew my shame?
There's always something different going on
The path I walk is in the wrong direction
There's always someone fucking hanging on
Can anybody help me makes things better?
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
Her conscious calls, too guilty to come home
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
Her conscious calls, too guilty
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
Her conscious calls, too guilty to come home
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
Her conscious calls, too guilty to come home
Your tears don't fall...
do.you.remember.when
getting high meant swinging on a playground...the worst thing boys could do to you was give you cooties! Mom was your hero and you were marrying daddy...wearing skirts werent meaning that you were a slut and word war meant just a car game! Only skined knees hurt and only toys were broken...we only smoked bike tires...life was so carefree its just crazy thinking back on all of this and how i always wanted.to.just.grow.up!!
zasto ljudi zele tako žarko izrasti?...
postati odrasli...i zamarati se brigama...ja san DIJETE...i uvijek cu biti jedno...ja kao dijete iman tai pozitivan stav prema svemu zbog koeg mogu sve preokrenuti na šalu...kad odrastes postanes pesimistican i umoran od svega...i sad razmisljan o nekim ljudima koje znam a ne uzivaju u svojem djetinjstvo nego se vec ponasaju odraslo...previse se brines o svemu da izgubis smisao rijeci igra,ljubav, bezbriznost...ja san dijete ljubavi...i uzivam u tom osjecaju...
ja sam dijete...
ne zalim za nicim sta sam napravila...jer na takvim iskustvima se uci...i kad odrastem jednog dana(dai boze da me petar pan povede u nigdjezemsku i da ne odrastem
) sjetit cu se takvih trenutaka i biti sretna sto san uzivala i imala sretno djetinstvo...
lustful noraaa...
(dont talk to noraaa kidd)
by -->noraa kidd<--
