_______________________________________ La usa bate In miez de noapte Am simtit parfumul tau Te alint acum cu mii de soapte! Bine ai venit, ingerul meu Cat mie de bine, lacrima-mi cade De fericire am sa plang Caci stiu ca nu va mai fi o noapte Sa nu fiu la tine in gand
Soapte aud in noapte Si tresar stiu ca e vocea ta Soapte aud in noapte Ce fierbinte e dragostea ta
Fara tn sa zbor numai pot Pulsul inimii imi sta in loc
Si ma rasfata , de dimineata O aroma de cafea Vreau sa te simt mult mai aproape
De aceea beau din ceasca ta Ma plimb prin casa, putin nervoasa
Timpul trece prea incet Ies la fereastra , ma joc cu o raza Nu suport sa mai astept
Soapte aud in noapte Si tresar stiu ca e vocea ta Soapte aud in noapte Ce fierbinte e dragostea ta
Fara tn sa zbor numai pot Pulsul inimii imi sta in loc
_______________________________________ I chimed in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the God' damned door?!" No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality. I chimed in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the God'damn door?!" No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.......
imi urasc colegii!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! din tot sufletul!!!!!!! sa se arunce de pe bloc mai ales andreea aia tampita sa o ia draqu!!!!! o singura colega fffff bunna am in cls aia de tampitzi sa le ia draqu de colegi!!!!!
totzi manelishtii....is la me in cls.....la restu cls....rock,punk shi restu' yo sg din cls care asc rock shi punk...in fine...idiotzi shi obsedatzi....nui suport...
la mn in form(k apoi avem fiecare ore diferite)..am fitzoase ,tampitzi ji retarzi,3 rockeri baietzi,2 rockeritze(eu ji meisy),retarde,timide,tupeiste,tarfe..la mn in cls am de toate....ji nu vb decat cu un rocker(mark),obsedata de david tannent(rebecca),maisi in rest...nu iji vad lungu' nasului..
Doamne,io acu is in Norvegia si am fost la scoala unde invatza Silvara... Life is a bitch! E un chin ptr Silvy sa suporte clasa ei,m-am luat cu vro 4 la paruiala k mau facut satanista si ciudata! Futa mortii masi de vak ordinara!
waw ..am mir k aia din nord is fel de ciudati k sh mn k sh tine ...waw ..tampiti atunci )
_______________________________________ La usa bate In miez de noapte Am simtit parfumul tau Te alint acum cu mii de soapte! Bine ai venit, ingerul meu Cat mie de bine, lacrima-mi cade De fericire am sa plang Caci stiu ca nu va mai fi o noapte Sa nu fiu la tine in gand
Soapte aud in noapte Si tresar stiu ca e vocea ta Soapte aud in noapte Ce fierbinte e dragostea ta
Fara tn sa zbor numai pot Pulsul inimii imi sta in loc
Si ma rasfata , de dimineata O aroma de cafea Vreau sa te simt mult mai aproape
De aceea beau din ceasca ta Ma plimb prin casa, putin nervoasa
Timpul trece prea incet Ies la fereastra , ma joc cu o raza Nu suport sa mai astept
Soapte aud in noapte Si tresar stiu ca e vocea ta Soapte aud in noapte Ce fierbinte e dragostea ta
Fara tn sa zbor numai pot Pulsul inimii imi sta in loc
yo am nijte colegi super marfa mai ales ca colegutza mea e fana Th si ea .... ma inteleg bine ku toti
_______________________________________ Small, simple, safe price. Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets. This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals. And I am not afraid to die. I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight. I want the pain of payment. What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts. Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks. Would you be my little cut? Would you be my thousand fucks? And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid. To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts. My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter. I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart. Love is not like anything. Especially a fucking knife. Look at me. Can you tell, By the way I move and do my hair? Do you think that it's me, Or is it not me? I don't even care. I'm alive, I don't smell. I'm the cleanest I have ever been. I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry. Dry. Just look at me, look at me now. I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm fake, I'm fake. Just look at me, look at me now. I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm fake, I'm fake. Do I drink? Do I date? I've got perfect placements. All my ink satisfied, In your eyes. I'm the biggest fan that I've got right now. I made sure that I look how I wanted to look. The people around me, The people surround me. I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry. Dry. Just look at me, look at me now. I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm fake, I'm fake. My stomach hurts now, And all tied off in lace. I pray, I beg, for anything to hit me in the face. And this sickness isn't me. I pray to fall from grace. The last thing I see is feeling. And I'm tellïng you I'm a fake.
pe la mine princlasa numai retardati numai eu asc TH ..............restul is manele sau cu febra rbd ma enerveaza la culme..........mai ales ca catepodata ma mai fac ciudata si nu pot ca sa isi dea seama cum pot sa ascult Tokio Hotel........ce retardati doamne fereste de asa colegi am uitat sa zic ca ma intele cu vreo 4 baieti bine findca ei nu au nik cu mn
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_______________________________________ Small, simple, safe price. Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets. This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals. And I am not afraid to die. I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight. I want the pain of payment. What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts. Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks. Would you be my little cut? Would you be my thousand fucks? And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid. To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts. My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter. I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart. Love is not like anything. Especially a fucking knife. Look at me. Can you tell, By the way I move and do my hair? Do you think that it's me, Or is it not me? I don't even care. I'm alive, I don't smell. I'm the cleanest I have ever been. I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry. Dry. Just look at me, look at me now. I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm fake, I'm fake. Just look at me, look at me now. I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm fake, I'm fake. Do I drink? Do I date? I've got perfect placements. All my ink satisfied, In your eyes. I'm the biggest fan that I've got right now. I made sure that I look how I wanted to look. The people around me, The people surround me. I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry. Dry. Just look at me, look at me now. I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm fake, I'm fake. My stomach hurts now, And all tied off in lace. I pray, I beg, for anything to hit me in the face. And this sickness isn't me. I pray to fall from grace. The last thing I see is feeling. And I'm tellïng you I'm a fake.
nici la mn in clasa nu-i mai frumos.....mi-e mi-a spus unul anu trecut in clasa a 9-a ca ma port prea ciudat pentru o fata......asta este...lumea mai este plina si de prosti ca altfel nu am avea de cine sa ne luam ....cat despre RBD 3/4 din clasa ii asculta....pana si baietii...ce handicapati.....sunt numa inculti la mn in clasa.....fuck them
_______________________________________ uneori imi este atat de greu sa uit prin ce am trecut.....si este numai vina ta.....poate intr-o zi cand iti vei aduce aminte de ce-ai facut sa regreti...poate te voi intalni vreodata si te voi face sa platesti.......TE URASC
cred k e mai bn de mn..k nu au auzit nici de RBD dar nici de TH...dar au auzit de rihanna ji ink ma mai seaca cu aceeaji UMBRELLA de toata zilele...gosh..dale nitzel creier!!!
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