Bring the pain
Nu har all my friends left the building. vart en vanlig hederlig filmkväll, inte fy å skam det inte menja:)
jag undrar fan om jag är sugen på att fara å springa lite igen. Sover så fruktansvärt dåligt, kanske behövar trötta ut mig:), haha ja alltså inte nu, imorgon på morgon isåfall. det bli av om inte vädret sticket åt pipan vilket inte är helt omöjligt
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Imorgon - Skola ett tag tror jag, komma ikapp i företagsekonomi är ju en bra början.
- Sen blir det nog stallet ett tag
- På kvällen vet jag inte, ska då inte sitta inne å sura anyways
Nu ska jag hoppa vidare mot sängen å se true blood, om det blir sova sen avgör min fuckade hjärna. Förmodligen inte med andra ord;) krami-salami
If she wants to dance and drink all night then there’s no one that can stop her.
She’s going until the house lights come up or her stomach spills onto the floor.
This night is going to end when we’re damn well ready for it to be over.
Worked all week long now the music is playing on our time.
We do what we do to get by, and then we need a release.
You get mixed up with the wrong guys.
You get messed up on the wrong drugs.
Sometimes the party takes you places that you didn’t really plan on going.
When people see the track marks on her arms she knows what they’re thinking.
She keeps on working for that minimum,
as if a high school education offered any other options.
They don’t know nothing about redemption.
They don’t know nothing about recovery.
Some people just ain't the type for marriage and family.
No mother ever dreams that her daughters going to grow up to be a junkie.
No mother ever dreams that her daughters going to grow up to sleep alone.
She’s out of step with the style.
She don’t know where the actions happening.
You know the downtown club scene ain't nothing like it used to be.
You reach a point where there’s not a lie in the world
that you could use to make the boys believe your still in you twenties.
She’s not waiting for them to come over and ask for the privilege.
She can still here that Rebel Yell just as loud as it was in 1983.
There ain't no Johnny coming home to share a bed with her and she doesn’t care.
No mother ever dreams that her daughters going to grow up to be a junkie.
No mother ever dreams that her daughters going to grow up to sleep alone.
If she had to live it all over again you know she wouldn’t change anything for the world.
jag undrar fan om jag är sugen på att fara å springa lite igen. Sover så fruktansvärt dåligt, kanske behövar trötta ut mig:), haha ja alltså inte nu, imorgon på morgon isåfall. det bli av om inte vädret sticket åt pipan vilket inte är helt omöjligt
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Imorgon - Skola ett tag tror jag, komma ikapp i företagsekonomi är ju en bra början.
- Sen blir det nog stallet ett tag
- På kvällen vet jag inte, ska då inte sitta inne å sura anyways
Nu ska jag hoppa vidare mot sängen å se true blood, om det blir sova sen avgör min fuckade hjärna. Förmodligen inte med andra ord;) krami-salami
If she wants to dance and drink all night then there’s no one that can stop her.
She’s going until the house lights come up or her stomach spills onto the floor.
This night is going to end when we’re damn well ready for it to be over.
Worked all week long now the music is playing on our time.
We do what we do to get by, and then we need a release.
You get mixed up with the wrong guys.
You get messed up on the wrong drugs.
Sometimes the party takes you places that you didn’t really plan on going.
When people see the track marks on her arms she knows what they’re thinking.
She keeps on working for that minimum,
as if a high school education offered any other options.
They don’t know nothing about redemption.
They don’t know nothing about recovery.
Some people just ain't the type for marriage and family.
No mother ever dreams that her daughters going to grow up to be a junkie.
No mother ever dreams that her daughters going to grow up to sleep alone.
She’s out of step with the style.
She don’t know where the actions happening.
You know the downtown club scene ain't nothing like it used to be.
You reach a point where there’s not a lie in the world
that you could use to make the boys believe your still in you twenties.
She’s not waiting for them to come over and ask for the privilege.
She can still here that Rebel Yell just as loud as it was in 1983.
There ain't no Johnny coming home to share a bed with her and she doesn’t care.
No mother ever dreams that her daughters going to grow up to be a junkie.
No mother ever dreams that her daughters going to grow up to sleep alone.
If she had to live it all over again you know she wouldn’t change anything for the world.
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