Have some friends...

"From now, we gonna call you 'spinster', ok?"

 

That's so nice, isn't it?!

 

My world.

J'adore les 3 doors down, c'est souvent assez déprimant limite agressive, mais j'adore!!

Si vous regardez sur le côté, Be somebody, c'est déjà d'eux. Je pourrai vous donner le titre de mes préférés d'eux, mais y'en a trop...aujourd'hui y'a juste celle là qui m'a fait réagir, qui m'a "parlé"...faut l'écouter...elle est magnfique, je trouve. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Y0s27m6vF4

Your stuck on a chain
And your toeing a lie
Seems like everytime that you catch up
You only fall behind

And your trapped inside this world you made yourself
but that's not the world I live in
this is not the life for me
cause my world is bigger than your problems
and it's bigger than me
that's not the world I live in
this is not the life for me
cause my world is bigger than your problems
and it's bigger than me

There is always someone to blame
for the things you do yourself
you think that everything that's going wrong
is because of someone else

And your trapped inside this world you made yourself
that's not the world I live in
this is not the life for me
cause my world is bigger than your problems
and it's bigger than me
it's not the world I live in
this is not the life for me
cause my world is bigger than your problems
and it's bigger than me [2x]

cause i'm lonely outside and i'll look on in

And that's not the world I live in
this is not the life for me
cause my world is bigger than your problems
and it's bigger than me
it's not the world I live in
this is not the life for me
cause my world is bigger than your problems
and it's bigger than me
cause my world is bigger than your problems
and it's bigger than me...

 

Si vous avez l'occasion, Not enough, Here without you, Your arms feel like home, Kryptonite, Going down in flame, etc...elles sont quasiment toutes super!!

Why should I be anxious?

Tomorrow I'll be fine or tomorrow I'll be blind.

Be like other people...

Un jour pour m'amuser, j'avais fait un jeu dont le résultat avait été exposé ici, sur ce blog, c'était il y a quelques mois, peut être un an, ou plus...C'était le jeux de la pochette du groupe que l'on monterait. J'étais tombée sur Navidade avec le single "Be like other people". J'ai toujours trouvé ça très intélligent, le groupe au nom espagnol et la chanson anglaise...voici la pochette pour ceux qui ne se souviendrait pas

Aujourd'hui, j'ai décidé d'écrire la chanson...je pense qu'elle finira par se glisser dans un de mes romans, même si j'écris en français...Parce que j'aime trop la langue de shakespeare!!

I have no name

I have no past

I’m all to blame

For what came last

 

I wanted to be

Be like other people

But I only see

The crowd getting old…

 

I have no pain

For what I’ve done

I’m not humain

It’s why I’m lost

 

I wanted to be

Be like other people

But I only see

The crowd getting old…

 

If I had a future

If I had the time

I’ll say what I wonder

But I’ve no wish in mind

 

I have no name

I have no past

I’m all to blame

For what came last

 

I wanted to be

Be like other people

But I’m only me

In a empty hall

 

People every where

Look at me with fear

But I only see

The crowd getting old

 

I wanted to be

Be like other people…

 

Shush me

When I’ll be…

Be like other people.

 

Peanuts

Scared to death...

When did the future become a inside world war III where we are armless, powerless?!?

Clocks

Am I part of the cure, or part of the disease?

Breathin' in or breathin' out...

 

Mama told me: « If only you saw her face when he was asking questions about you... »

She wanted to make me feel better but its worst. I don't want to know that he still have interess for me. I don't want to know that he still have friendly feeling, or else, for me.

Because I need to move on.

I don't need vengeance, I don't need happy sadism, I don't need this old feeling...Being in my village, with this old memories, its enough suffering.

Him. HIM. No more.

Mama told me: « He really seemed to care! ».

Sister said that my mum is nulle, I guess she's just clumsy.

Anyway, I don't care anymore, no so painfully.

I just try to move on.

I just need to move on.

The result is just a sentimental mess but I'll get thru this.

So just stop speaking about him...let me think I never met him until I'll move on definitivly

Or, at leat, enough to not being hurts everytime I think about him.

Le cul entre deux chaises, la rose entre deux vases...

I feel like I’m abnormal…

 

Before I felt I was insane

 

Now I know, I’m not insane

 

I’m just abnormal…

 

A kind of lunatic, a psycho…

 

Anybody who stand close to my brain

 

Is up to die in suffer.

 

‘Cause I’m abnormal !

 

And, thanks god, I’m the only one of my kind.

 

The end of the line...

I came here to fall in love, or to lose the feeling of already felt,

I felt in love with this country, with Boston.

But I knew from the beginin’ that I was just passing thru, that I’ll never stay more than one year.

One year of love, twenty two days left…

And I can’t help thinking I’ll spend it with this tears in my eyes.

I don’t want to came back, I don’t want to stay either.

 

I think…

I’ll miss Boston

But today I miss my people.

So the point is : No matter what I’ll do, something will be missing in my life, always…

 

Everybody tell me I’ll get use to it…

But I don’t want to take a hole in my life as a usual thing,

Wake up every morning, look at myself in the miror and just say : « Hi hole ! You grew, didn’t you ? ».

 

Its in me, in my soul, like if everytime I leave a place, I have to lose something important,

Something whish helped me to breath…

And I’m suffocate again.

And I’ll find another oxygen bottle to breath…but it will be surperficial air

Just survive, no live.

 

I think…

I’ll miss my life

But today I miss my heart

So the point is : No matter what I’ll hear, something will be losing in my spirit, always…

 

But I’ll get thru this, I’ll get use to this, like usual…by letting my tears rainning in my cheeks when I’ll be alone, and with a smile with other people…

 

Stop thinking, take advantage of my last days on this earth…euh…on this country.

If you can just let me the bad new in the porch, I’ll take care of it when I’ll be turning 23 !

I just wanna be you friend...

We exchanged ours hearts

like a friendship ring...

Not to tight

but so shinny.

 

We exchanged ours laughts

like a secret laguage...

No to hard

but so ourself.

 

We exchanged ours mails

like a don't go...

Not to lazy

but so busy.

 

I gave you my bad temperament

You gave me you sparkle patient

I miss you

You didn't miss me...

 

 

Because the bullet is here to stay...

Forever

and

Ever.

 

 

 

For the man of my life, my twin that I know for no such a long time...It always seems like yesterday when I looked at you with my cold mind and you melted my heart.

Love You.