SUCK SUCK BIATCH!
the world is watching the death of me. This is the end of me. It isnt very hard to see, i pick a number and its always 7, its always 7 when its not 13. I try hard to fit among those who care about the shallow things, cus it always seemed like the easy way to go, but i never understood shallowness, i never understood your words of beauty, im in the land of ugliness, and i quite frankly like it better, X, marks the place, yet, X is just another letter.
I like the ugly wicked crazy mental girls more, So shut your mouth and let the crazy lady talk, the language i adore.
One two, im so inlove with you three four, wish to breath no more, three four, wish to breath no more, three four wish to breath no more.
The words are floating in the thin air, attacking me from all sides, invading my mind. Go crazy, shut up, sit down. Miss? Miss? Started banging my head against the wall. BANG BANG BANG. Hey there little girl. Where's your mommy? AAAAAAAAAAAHH. Try not to breath the air of insanity that has poised my brains. Tries to deny the fact that its insanity for generation floating thru my veins. Mommy, Mommy. Grandma is hanging from the roof, all swollen and quiet. Mommy, whats all these needels for? Mommy I promise i just fell down on the ground, its nothing bad. Mommy? Are you crying mommy?
It is an ordinary eveing... Im sitting in my room, drawing princesses with long blonde hair and pink dresses. And sunflowers. I always liked sunflowers. Grandma walks in. Shes drunk again, and asks "Whatcha doing dear?"
Thats when i notice her face, shes all bruised. "What happend?" I asked, and i knew what ever she'd tell me would be a lie, so i would shut my ears and cry, and BANG against the wall, shes drunk again and shes going berzerk on the little girl on the floor, she slams the door and kicks me once more.
It is an ordinary night, I follow my current crush who later turns out to be gay, to his house, and i have no shoes on, and a taxi slows down and says "Hey little girl, want a ride?" "I've got no cash" I answer and he says thats fine. So i jump into the car, and we dont go very far, were underneath the big bridge in town, and I pull up my shirt, "go ahead, touch my tits" I say, and he does. And he moves is hand down, and i say no, but all i want, is a reason to cry, while i shakeand scream of fear. My heart beats faster as he pulls my pants down and i never feelt so, apathic in my entire life. And then drives me back to the party, where i fuck my ex boyfriends best freind in the basement.
Two men on a 18 years old girl, dragging her along the floor, while shes screaming, of fear, begging to let go, she wont run away no more, just let her go.
the world is watching the death of me. This is the end of me. It isnt very hard to see, i pick a number and its always 7, its always 7 when its not 13. I try hard to fit among those who care about the shallow things, cus it always seemed like the easy way to go, but i never understood shallowness, i never understood your words of beauty, im in the land of ugliness, and i quite frankly like it better, X, marks the place, yet, X is just another letter.
I like the ugly wicked crazy mental girls more, So shut your mouth and let the crazy lady talk, the language i adore.
One two, im so inlove with you three four, wish to breath no more, three four, wish to breath no more, three four wish to breath no more.
The words are floating in the thin air, attacking me from all sides, invading my mind. Go crazy, shut up, sit down. Miss? Miss? Started banging my head against the wall. BANG BANG BANG. Hey there little girl. Where's your mommy? AAAAAAAAAAAHH. Try not to breath the air of insanity that has poised my brains. Tries to deny the fact that its insanity for generation floating thru my veins. Mommy, Mommy. Grandma is hanging from the roof, all swollen and quiet. Mommy, whats all these needels for? Mommy I promise i just fell down on the ground, its nothing bad. Mommy? Are you crying mommy?
It is an ordinary eveing... Im sitting in my room, drawing princesses with long blonde hair and pink dresses. And sunflowers. I always liked sunflowers. Grandma walks in. Shes drunk again, and asks "Whatcha doing dear?"
Thats when i notice her face, shes all bruised. "What happend?" I asked, and i knew what ever she'd tell me would be a lie, so i would shut my ears and cry, and BANG against the wall, shes drunk again and shes going berzerk on the little girl on the floor, she slams the door and kicks me once more.
It is an ordinary night, I follow my current crush who later turns out to be gay, to his house, and i have no shoes on, and a taxi slows down and says "Hey little girl, want a ride?" "I've got no cash" I answer and he says thats fine. So i jump into the car, and we dont go very far, were underneath the big bridge in town, and I pull up my shirt, "go ahead, touch my tits" I say, and he does. And he moves is hand down, and i say no, but all i want, is a reason to cry, while i shakeand scream of fear. My heart beats faster as he pulls my pants down and i never feelt so, apathic in my entire life. And then drives me back to the party, where i fuck my ex boyfriends best freind in the basement.
Two men on a 18 years old girl, dragging her along the floor, while shes screaming, of fear, begging to let go, she wont run away no more, just let her go.
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ja, presangen. Har du rd til sende den? Jeg ville riktig nok ha fortrukket det om du kunne ha kommet til Oslo, men akk....