
Esto es lo que pasa cuando tenés una estúpida
adicción a los duendecillos y estás sola en tu
casa aburriéndote de lo lindo, sabiendo que no
vas a poder salir por estar enferma ;
i'm not asking to go dancing i'm not that dumb anymore
its exhausting to keep smiling when your toes are bleeding through the floor
its a gory sort of story that's been told a million times before
don't be sorry just ignore me because honestly
i'm too sore from fitting exactly to ride into setting suns aching to stand on my own two feet
how many wishes do i still have left to fix the way it ends?
how many princes will it take to put a girl like this back together again?
how many instances can you point out where i was less than kind?
how many happy endings do you need to change your fucking mind?
& how much time do we have left before it's midnight?
i'd walk through hell for u.
Ésta cosa me da miedo n__ñ
ResponderEliminarY hablando sobre lo que escribí en mi blog, te quería decir que uno SIEMPRE se va a sentir identificado con alguien pero no por eso tiene que hacer lo mismo. Si un rapero quiere bailar ballet, que lo haga ü (??) Imaginate a Flavor Flav bailando ballet o__e Adiós, me voy al manicomnio (?)