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Aceasta e lumea mea : o carte deschisa tuturor

marți, 29 martie 2011

eliberaz ganduri ascunse

2 postari in aceeasi zi, e minune  pentru mine dar ce pot sa fac , gandurile nu mai am unde sa le tin asa ca le elibarez aici : pe o coala alba de pe internet unde lumea intraaga poate sa le vada si sa le comenteze.
a trecut aproape o luna si totusi parca s-au intamplat multe lucruri cat pentru un an. viata de licean nu e usoara mai ales ca trebuie sa muncesti mai mult, e asemeni o jungla unde cai mai puternici supravietuiesc  , iar eu vreau sa ma numar printre cei mai puternici dar asta depinde doar de mine. de cate ori iei o nota buna dupa ea trebuie sa vina si o nota mai putin buna parca faci un pas inainte si  apoi 2 inapoi . scoala mai e si locul unde trecutul se  intalneste cu prezentul unde observi ca vechii tai prieteni se schimba iar tu iti descoperi noi pasiuni si iti faci prieteni noi. poate ca asa e viata intr-o continua schimbare . iar noi trebuie s-o acceptam asa cum este

Fuc**** perfect

Made a wrong turn
Once or twice
Dug my way out
Blood and fire
Bad decisions
That's alright
Welcome to my silly life

Mistreated this place

Misunderstood
Miss knowing it's all good
It didnt slow me down.

Mistaking

Always second guessing
Underestimating
Look I'm still around

Pretty, pretty please

Dont you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than
Fucking perfect

Pretty, pretty please

If you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing
You're fucking perfect to me

You're so mean

When you talk
About yourself, you were wrong
Change the voices in your head

Make them like you instead

So complicated
Look how we all make it
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game

It's enough

I've done all I can think of
Chased down all my demons
I've seen you do the same

Oh


Pretty, pretty please

Dont you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than
Fucking perfect

Pretty, pretty please

If you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing
You're fucking perfect to me

The whole worlds scared

So I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking
Is an ice cold beer

So cool in line

And we try, try, try
But we try too hard
And it's a waste of my time

Done looking for the critics

Cause they're everywhere
They don't like my jeans
They don't get my hair

Exchange ourselves

And we do it all the time
Why do we do that?
Why do I do that?

Why do I do that?


Yeeeeaaaahhh

Oooooooh
Oh baby pretty please

Pretty, pretty please

Dont you ever feel
Like you're less than
Fucking perfect

Pretty, pretty please

If you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing
You're fucking perfect to me

You're perfect, you're perfect


Pretty, pretty please

If you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing
You're fuckïng perfect to me