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She has some trouble with herself...¬¬

little punk girl

Little punk girl
She has been through too many things
She doesn’t know what she wants
Or where she is

Stuck in her own mind
Too young to let it die
Doesn’t know if her blood is frozen
Or if she is dreaming alive

Don’t hang your soul in grey clouds
I won’t let you in
I will help you to get out
Just wait a bit more for me
Don’t make your body pay for
Things that somebody did
I’ll discover the main core
Take care of what you give

Little punk girl
She has seen too many things
She doesn’t know how to react to the horror
That she is in

Standing on her feet
Watching the world as it wouldn’t be
Asking herself for the correct thing
Not finding an answer for it

Don’t hang your soul in grey clouds
I won’t let you in
I will help you to get out
Just wait a bit more for me
Don’t make your body pay for
Things that somebody did
I’ll discover the main core
Take care of what you give

Sound of the Sun

You've cast these scars across my face.
You can't bring me down.
You think I'll never be the same.

Go!

And I don't know whats wrong with me,
I wanted to be all the things you need
All the things you need,
AND NOW I'M STANDING HERE ALONE
I'm waiting for it all to come and go,
All to come and go

Maybe I just had to let it go

Make it up, make it up when you're not around
Bring it up, bring it up did you hear the sound of the sun
Rising from the grounds

Make it up, make it up when you're not around
Bring it up, bring it up do you always wanna be the one
RUNNING FROM YOURSELF
You!

And nothing's ever as it seems
When all your dreams exist in memories
Exists in memories

And all the trauma takes it's toll
I don't remember all the common goals,
All the common goals

Maybe you just have to let me go.

Make it up, make it up when you're not around
Bring it up, bring it up did you hear the sound of the sun
Rising from the grounds

Make it up, make it up when you're not around
Bring it up, bring it up do you always wanna be the one
RUNNING FROM YOURSELF
You!


YOU'VE CAST THESE SCARS ACROSS MY FACE
You can't bring me down
Your breath will never be the same

Go! Go! Go!

It's not you that I'm afriad of. But I'm not scared of myself. You'll lie with or without me. You'll never need my help

Maybe I just have to let it go
I have to let it go

Make it up, make it up when you're not around
Bring it up, bring it up did you hear the sound of the sun
Rising from the grounds

Make it up, make it up when you're not around
Bring it up, bring it up do you always wanna be the one
RUNNING FROM YOURSELF
You!

'no les llenen la cabeza'

Harta de que los derechosos digan que todos los que tengan una postura distinta a la de ellos 'te llenan la cabeza y te confunden cuando hablan'
Simplemente
Harta.
.

Tan linda Renesmee.

I (L) U

No me alcanzan las palabras para decirte lo mucho que te amo (L)

Me es tan difícil encajar.

...

La verdad que me da por las pelotas que se vayan de mi festival de danzas sin siquiera saludarme, como otras actitudes también. "Te mandamos un beso, bailaste muy lindo, perdoná que no pudimos quedarnos para saludarte" si no se quedaron es porque no quisieron, en el festival pasado me hicieron lo mismo, así que por mí metanse el mensaje ese de voz bien en el orto, porque cuando se trata del festival de su hija tenemos que ir todos finjiendo que nos llevamos bien a comer a la recoleta como la familia feliz que somos. Siempre con las mismas actitudes de mierda y comentarios filosos enfermos mentales. Vayanse a la recalcada concha de su re puta madre.

Tarde o temprano uno se va dando cuenta de cómo se engaña a sí mismo esperando que las personas que ama... cambien.

Brody Dalle

Cómo cantás hija de puta.

Look what we've done.

La Libertad está Presa.

Amanecer

tan linda Renesmee.