dinsdag 14 september 2010
zondag 12 september 2010
donderdag 9 september 2010
dinsdag 7 september 2010
co-conspirators
Well, you know,
so much of the time we're just lost. We say,
"Please, God, tell us what is right, tell us what is true"
I mean, there is no justice
The rich win, the poor are powerless
We become tired of hearing people lie
And after a time we become dead, a little dead
We think of ourselves as victims,
and we become victims
We become, we become
We become weak, we doubt ourselves,
we doubt our beliefs, and we doubt the law
But today you are the law..
so much of the time we're just lost. We say,
"Please, God, tell us what is right, tell us what is true"
I mean, there is no justice
The rich win, the poor are powerless
We become tired of hearing people lie
And after a time we become dead, a little dead
We think of ourselves as victims,
and we become victims
We become, we become
We become weak, we doubt ourselves,
we doubt our beliefs, and we doubt the law
But today you are the law..
maandag 6 september 2010
i’m so bored of this shit.
when i want you, you can’t see us together.
when i move on, you miss me.
when i come back, you don’t want me.
i’m always going to be that girl that you only want when you can’t have her.
get used to fucking wanting me, because it’s staying that way.
i’m not fucking shit up for you again.
not this time.
zondag 5 september 2010
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