Mišvikudagur, 5. aprķl 2006
waltz moore
So you gave all you had
How the story turned so sad
Nothing left but the tears in you eyes
You die inside cus
...nothing hurts like love.
ojj viš erum aš tala um žaš aš ég er veik.. AFtuR! R bara bśin aš liggja uppķ rśmi ķ svona sólarhring og horfa į Friends.. žaš er pretty much žaš einasem heldur ķ mér lķfinu nśna. *yay* Žaš og ég į 2l Mix sem kostaši 99kr ķ Grundavali. takk fyrir aš lįta mig vita Kristķn
Er aš fara vinna į lau... į Gullfossi,, sem er ęši! hlakka gešveikt til. langaši sam į fyllerķ um helgina een žaš veršur bara aš bķša,, ég er nś aš komast ķ pįskafrķ eftir nokkra daga:]]
Mįtt samt alveg fara koma heim<3
I can’t eat anything without shoving my hands down my throat
And I refuse to meet the world without smearing on makeup
With my hair blinding my eyes
Oh, blinding my eyes
I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen my own eyes
Or the color of my skin
Do you know what it’s like to feel ugly all the time?
I stretch myself across the world
Pushing my limits
For your entertainment and
You had the nerve
To call out my weaknesses
To drag me through the dirt
I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen my own eyes
Or the color of my skin
Do you know what it’s like to feel ugly all the time?
Ooh
I’m staring at the mirror
Looking back at the person I hate
I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen my own eyes
Or the color of my skin
Do you know what it’s like….
I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen my own eyes
Or the color of my skin
Do you know what it’s like to feel ugly all the time?
-EvaKristķn,, ----
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