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Aide a passer par dessus
Parce que les autres m'ont abandonnés
Je me souvent plus de la derniere fois
Ou je me suis sentie mal comme ca

J'aimerais juste que pour une fois
Les gens arretent de me juger
Et quils se rendent compte que jai besoin d'aide
Parce que je pourrais pas toute seule

« I wanna heal, I wanna feel, what I tought was never real »
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# Posté le vendredi 19 juin 2009 17:50

Avec des arguments comme ca, je serais sans coeur d'arreter


A moins que vous me trouviez une ostie de bonne raison
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# Posté le mardi 16 juin 2009 21:23

Modifié le jeudi 18 juin 2009 22:56

I wanna be, I want everything, I want everything

I wanna be, I want everything, I want everything
Musique a fond la caisse • Drogues • Alcool • Soleil • Creme glacée • Jupe trop courte • Rock N Roll • Aucun Attachement sentimental • Plaisir • Voyages • Looongues promenades • Sortie Nocturnes • Photos • Bass • My Fucking Diaries • Juste ce qu'il me faut pour cet été
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# Posté le mardi 09 juin 2009 20:42

Modifié le mercredi 10 juin 2009 20:10

She speaks to me in Persan, tells me that she loves me, the girl with golden eyes. And i tough i hardly know her, let her in my veins and trust her with my life.I wish i never kissed her cause i can't just resist her, the girl with golden eyes. Everytime she wispers "Take me in your arms the way you did last night" Everything will be okay, everything will be alright. If I can get away from her and save my worthless life. I wake up every morning, jonesing for your love, the girl with golden eyes. I won't have to wait long 'til she burried me with roses cause shes always by my side. Everything will be okay, everything will be alright, if i can get away from her and save me worthless life. Day one, dope free. I went to the clinic today and got the first dose of methadone. I'm out of dope so i threw away my rigs. Day two, I can't belive it's been two days without junk.Fucking smack, it just ruins peoples' lives. At first it seems so sweet, then you wake up next to a monster. Day three. I haven't had anything for three days now. This withdrawal is killing me. It's like shock therapy to my guts. Day four. Last visit to the clinic. My whole body feels like it's cracking into pieces. Fragile doesn't even come close to describing how I feel. Day five, I'm sick as a dog, but this handful of painkillers and lotta whiskey's gotta get me threw it. Day six, When I'm left to my own devices I go fucking insane. I'll never use heroin again. Day seven, I can't belive I'm clean. Day eight, everyone says I look better. Day nine the parasites are panicking. Day ten, they seems amazed that I'm alive.

She speaks to me in Persan, tells me that she loves me, the girl with golden eyes. And i tough i hardly know her, let her in my veins and trust her with my life.I wish i never kissed her cause i can't just resist her, the girl with golden eyes. Everytime she wispers "Take me in your arms the way you did last night" Everything will be okay, everything will be alright. If I can get away from her and save my worthless life. I wake up every morning, jonesing for your love, the girl with golden eyes. I won't have to wait long 'til she burried me with roses cause shes always by my side. Everything will be okay, everything will be alright, if i can get away from her and save me worthless life. Day one, dope free. I went to the clinic today and got the first dose of methadone. I'm out of dope so i threw away my rigs. Day two, I can't belive it's been two days without junk.Fucking smack, it just ruins peoples' lives. At first it seems so sweet, then you wake up next to a monster. Day three. I haven't had anything for three days now. This withdrawal is killing me. It's like shock therapy to my guts. Day four. Last visit to the clinic. My whole body feels like it's cracking into pieces. Fragile doesn't even come close to describing how I feel. Day five, I'm sick as a dog, but this handful of painkillers and lotta whiskey's gotta get me threw it. Day six, When I'm left to my own devices I go fucking insane. I'll never use heroin again. Day seven, I can't belive I'm clean. Day eight, everyone says I look better. Day nine the parasites are panicking. Day ten, they seems amazed that I'm alive.
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# Posté le dimanche 07 juin 2009 16:48

Modifié le lundi 08 juin 2009 18:39

Love's a loaded gun

Love's a loaded gun






I want to love You but I better not touch
I want to hold You but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss You but I want it too much
I want to taste You but your lips are venomous poison
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# Posté le vendredi 05 juin 2009 13:26