July 2010
jag älskar att:städa rummet- nej vara med kompisar- ja, om jag hade nån att vara med... ränsa rabetten- nja få månadspeng- ja spela fotboll- ibland på skoj dansa- ja fixa mej på morgonen
Jag önskar jag kunde sätta ord på känslornaskrika ut min ilskaprata i timmar om mina patetiska problemmen när jag inte känner någotoch värsta rädslan är att allting ska bli gråttoch att bli
Do you ever feel like breaking down? Do you ever feel out of place? Like somehow you just don't belong And no one understands you Do you ever wanna runaway? Do you lock yourself in your room? With the
You don't know what it's like To be like me To be hurt To feel lost To be left out in the dark To be kicked when you're down To feel like you've been pushed around To be on the edge of breaking down
Do you wanna be somebody else? Are you sick of feeling so left out? Are you desperate to find something more? Before your life is over Are you stuck inside a world you hate? Are you sick of everyone a
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