Cara de Wat Da Faaaak JAJAJAJA. Cosa (L como que te extraño (?).

Pero la pucha que vale estar vivo.
9 De abril estaré ahí :D

Ash, para que mi vieja diga que le llegó, es porque es enserio y porque esto es bastante fuerte. ¡Vamos los pibes(?)!

That's Bullshit. I don't wanna let you move on. Selfish motherfucker.

Fucking sick about this. I don't wanna this anymore.

Pills don't help but it sure is funny.

Algo parecido. Who gives a Damn?

Game over.

58 - 45

¿Perfección? Nah, satisfacción.

"Fuck Me". I'm just a little whore. I love playing games. But...I lost my own fucking game. Feelin' sad, ugly...I think that alcohol it's trying to kill me. So, who's the bitch now? Me, motherfucker. Well, I'm not perfect enough?...I'm at the hotel bella muerte, and I'll fucking stay here for the rest of my fucking life, 'cause I'm fucking cool. [empty bottles of gin - Panic! at the disco] I'd pay for watch, now crawl for me, honey. Tell me I'm fucking right. Don't let me go to sleep, I don't wanna dream about you...You're impossible motherfucker! Get the fuck out of my dreams, of my head...Of my "heart". Shut up, smile, loose weight. Tattoos, piercings, freedom.

Oh...do you wanna believe me? I'm fucking Jimmy stonem right now, Gee's sleeping now.

Remera

Revenge. Killed my hopes, called me names, broke my jaw, its always the same. Nobody listens, there's no escape. I'm just like you, gave it my everything, nobody loves me, its driving me insane. Why do you all hate me? everyone's against me. Mommy don't care, daddy can't help. You made it hell everyday, called me names, i wanna die. Maybe i can find a way to make you all just go away. I never lied, never cried, never fell, never crawled. I was just like you. Now you'll pay with your fucking lives. I went to dad's closet, picked up his .45, grabbed 3 boxes of bullets, and on my hip it shall reside. til i opened the gym doors, you should have seen those fucks run. I poured out a full clip, in the back i got some. I finally found my smile, it's pure and blood stained.

so who's the bitch now?

I'll paint the lockers with your brains. Nothing can help this fucking pain in my heart, nothing compares to the pain in my heart. no, nothing can take away this pain in my heart,

but your blood on my hands well at least it's a start.


Hi, can u remember?

Hello hello baby you called
I can’t hear a thing
I have got no service
In the club, you say? say?
Wha-wha-what did you say huh?
You’re breakin’ up on me
Sorry I cannot hear you
I’m kinda busy
K-kinda busy
K-kinda busy
Sorry I cannot hear you I’m kinda busy

Just a second
It’s my favorite song they’re gonna play
And I cannot text you with a drink in my hand, eh?
You shoulda made some plans with me
You knew that I was free
And now you won’t stop calling me
I’m kinda busy

(Chorus)
Stop callin’
Stop callin’
I don’t wanna think anymore
I got my head and my heart on the dancefloor
Stop callin’
Stop callin’
I don’t wanna talk anymore
I got my head and my heart on the dancefloor

E-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e
Stop telephonin’
Me-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e
I’m busy e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e
Stop telephonin’
Me-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e
Can call all you want but there’s no one home
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone

‘Cuz I’m out in the club
And I’m sippin that bubb
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone

Can call all you want but there’s no one home
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone

‘Cuz I’m out in the club
And I’m sippin that bubb
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone

(Beyonce)
Boy why you blown up my phone
Won’t make me leave no faster
Put my coat on faster
Leave my girls no faster
I shoulda left my phone at home
‘Cuz this is a disaster
Calling like a collector
Sorry, I can’t answer

(Lady GaGa)
Not that I don’t like you
I’m just at a party
And I am sick and tired of my phone r-ringing
(Beyonce)
Sometimes I feel like I live in grand central station
Tonight I’m not takin’ no calls
‘Cuz I’ll be dancin’

(Chorus)
Stop callin’
Stop callin’
I don’t wanna think anymore
I got my head and my heart on the dancefloor
Stop callin’
Stop callin’

Stop callin’
Stop callin’
I don’t wanna think anymore
I got my head and my heart on the dancefloor
Stop callin’
Stop callin’
I don’t wanna talk anymore
I got my head and my heart on the dancefloor

E-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e
Stop telephonin’
Me-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e
I’m busy e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e
Stop telephonin’
Me-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e
Can call all you want but there’s no one home
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone

‘Cuz I’m out in the club
And I’m sippin that bubb
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone

(Bipolar ._.)

I’m not wearing any make-up,
won’t hide who I am,
I’ll be what I am
I’m just being honest with my self once again
I’m my only friend

No more mirrors
no more vanity
give it all away for free
donate to charity
I am happy in my skin
I try, in my heart it's not the same
you’ll always find

Lay on my couch, hang with my boys, chill at my house tonight,


Make up is for Whores. Then, I'm one.

True...But "Cool".
"Cool" palabra a lo Skins.