QUELQUUN MA DIT
On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose,
Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses.
On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud
que de nos chagrins il sen fait des manteaux
pourtant quelquun ma dit
Que tu maimais encore,
Cest quelquun qui ma dit que tu maimais encore.
Serais ce possible alors ?...
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On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose,
Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses.
On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud
que de nos chagrins il sen fait des manteaux
pourtant quelquun ma dit
Que tu maimais encore,
Cest quelquun qui ma dit que tu maimais encore.
Serais ce possible alors ?...
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Emptiness is loneliness and loneliness is cleanliness and cleanliness is Godliness and God is empty just like me.
spanishboi:
EPIC FAIL!
hellboundheart:
It's impossible.
Whats so good about picking up the pieces? What if I don't even want to?
thescarykid:
Right? Cool beans, man.
http://vimeo.com/20018493
Can this be my life?
Can this be my life?
I SUFFER FROM A MENTAL ILLNESS THAT AFFECTS THE WAY I GO ABOUT THINGS MORE THAN I REALIZE. THATS THE TRUTH OF IT. THEY SAY THAT WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE YOU DONT NEED TO BE MEDICATED ANYMORE IT MEANS ITS WORKING. PEOPLE DONT DEVELOP BIPOLAR DISORDER, THEYRE BORN WITH IT ITS GENEALOGICAL. THAT MEANS THAT YOUR PERCEPTION OF NORMAL IS SKEWED UNTIL SUCH A TIME...
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Watching The Notebook makes me sad.
Nobody acts like that anymore. Its all about going to dirty clubs and bars and hooking up with as many people as possible.
Nobody acts like that anymore. Its all about going to dirty clubs and bars and hooking up with as many people as possible.
I'm feeling so empty lately that I just don't even know what to do with myself anymore because it's only getting worse everyday.
I hate seeing girls treat their boyfriends like shit and like their property...let people live their lives, not rule them.
Single girl thoughts.
Single girl thoughts.
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sakuraredd:
so true!
strider57:
Really? It's usually the other way round, but the girls like it!
The fertile soil of poisoned hearts
Fed by tears and nighttime rain
Under Transylvanian moon
Grows the flower bred from pain
Death is pure - life is not
So ask yourself, what do you want?
As for me, well I want you
So pick the black rose and let its thorns cut you.
Fed by tears and nighttime rain
Under Transylvanian moon
Grows the flower bred from pain
Death is pure - life is not
So ask yourself, what do you want?
As for me, well I want you
So pick the black rose and let its thorns cut you.