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Idag fyllde far min år, och Vackra Weronica var här. :D
Mitt liv
Älskar. <3
Mitt prinsses kalas när jag fyllde 6 <3
Jag som liten unge och ful.
Becca
Carro
Barbafamiljen
Vill ha
BarbaZoo är glad
I'm giving up the hope
That you could have been the one
To save me from me
I'll give it up this time again
Some things are better left unsaid
And all I have are lasting dreams
Our word's worth more this time it seems
I wasn't prepared for what's to come
A life made of memories gone so young
And now I'm regretting all I've done
But in your heart you know that I'm with you all along
Jag faller i bitar...
Bilden ritad utav nån på lunar, finns i klubben Dark_Image
So this world
Is too much
For you to take
Just lay it down in front of me
I'll be everything you need
In every way
If you only knew the pain
The pain I keep inside
The pain that makes me "me"
Then without it who am I
In a room with broken walls
I lay in scene and dreams
I want you to see
All the things that you set aside
All the friends that you leave behind
Just so the curtain will rise
It feels like the first time
Bilden ritad av nån på lunar, finns i klubben Dar
Do you miss your little girl?
I won't forget these tears I cried
With every year that passes by
Ohhh...
I need you to believe
In me
Till there's nothing left of us
Oh oh ohh...
I need you to believe
In me
Oh my God
I wasn't prepared for what's to come
A life made of memories gone so young
And now I'm regretting all I've done
But in your heart you know that I'm with you all along
No one ever sees me.
No one ever tells me, I'm OK.
No one ever asks me how I feel.
The only time anyone sees me,
is when they tell theres friends every lie they can remind.
They say I'm a bitch,
It's always about the look, everywere I go, I see tiny rolemodels on the walls.
Why is it always the look as count?
Why never the person inside?
Is this how we look at people, as a boddy without a
I hate this world and how it make me feel.
You are gone, fore ever, and you never coming back.
You are gone fore ever and you never coming back.
The pain in your eyes are asking, who am I, who am I?