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avril 22e, 2004
05:36 pm - And everytime I try to fly I fall
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hum rien à redire
Humeur actuelle:  touched
Musique actuelle: Everytime - Britney Spears
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mars 6e, 2004
01:39 pm - *I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit*
Nothing suffocates you more than
The passing of everyday human events
Isolation is the oxygen mask you make
Your children breathe in to survive
But I'm not a slave to a god
That doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world
That doesn't give a shit
And when we were good
Just close your eyes
So when we are bad
We'll scar your mind
Fight!! Fight!! Fight!! Fight!! Fight!! Fight!! Fight!! fight!!
You'll never grow up to be a big-rock-star-celebrated-victim-of-your-fame
They'll just cut our wrists like
Cheap coupons and say that death
Was on sale today
And when we were good
Just close your eyes
So when we are bad
We'll scar your mind
But I'm not a slave to a god
That doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to world
That doesn't give a shit
The death of one is a tragedy (just blow your mind)
The death of one is a tragedy (just blow your mind)
The death of one is a tragedy (just blow your mind)
The death of a million is just a statistic
I'm not a slave to a god
That doesn't exist
But I'm not a slave to world
That doesn't give a shit
I'm not a slave to a god
That doesn't exist
But I'm not a slave to world
That doesn't give a shit
Fight!! Fight!! Fight!! Fight!! Fight!! Fight!! Fight!! Fight!!
Humeur actuelle:  numb
Musique actuelle: Marilyn Manson - The Fight Song
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février 25e, 2004
04:48 pm - Shards of me, too sharp to put back together
I've been looking in the mirror for so long.
That I've come to believe my soul's on the other side.
All the little pieces fallen, shattered.
Shards of me,
Too sharp to put back together,
Too small to matter,
But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces.
If I try to touch her,
And I bleed,
I bleed,
And I breathe,
I breathe no more.
Take a breath and I try to draw from my spirits well.
Yet again you refuse to drink like a stubborn child.
Lie to me,
Convince me that I've been sick forever.
And all of this,
Will make sense when I get better.
I know the difference,
Between myself and my reflection.
It causes me to wonder,
Which of us do you love.
So I bleed,
I bleed,
And I breathe,
I breathe no...
Bleed,
I bleed,
And I breathe,
I breathe,
I breathe-
I breathe no more.
Humeur actuelle:  sad
Musique actuelle: Evanescence - Breathe no more
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