meet me...
i change my attitude i change my moods i change my colors i change my being not for you not for her not for their approval for me to find myself.
come around.
i NEED to love and be loved. i cant handle confrontations. i reject the too familiar. i think fights should be kept in the asylum. i believe. to me. i dont like you if you dont like me, not to be a stupid kindergardener, but b/c if you hurt me its one thing, but if i hurt myself, thats a different story. i try my best not to be destructive. if i make a mistake its not b/c subconsciously i wanted to hurt someone, its b/c i wasnt thinking.. im the first to admit i might be a bit unusual. im the first to admit i might be a bit spoiled. im the first to admit i didnt like your food.
when i talk and you either dont listen or just dont get what im trying to say i become as vulnerable as a china doll. when im bored im crancky and groggy and stressed out. i love food but hate eating. i love drinks... thats that.
live in a cage that has a big banner on it that spells LIBERTY.
i want an angel, i want a butterfly, i want i want i want... what i want most, in the whole world is to pack my bags and travel... on my own.. do my thing, run and walk and fly and meet the loves of my life and get wild and tone it down and have adventures that are just out of this world. and come home. and say nothing happend. ill write a book, say its fiction. i want something all of my own. secrets. i want florence london tel aviv madrid tokyo berlin buenos aires rio seattle prague moscow fiji san fransisco rome... italy... my italy...
i like noise. and i live for music and cinema.. impressed...i speak when i know what im talking about. i like to stand for my morals. i dont have many but the ones i do get the respect they deserve.
~~~puff~~~
come around.
i NEED to love and be loved. i cant handle confrontations. i reject the too familiar. i think fights should be kept in the asylum. i believe. to me. i dont like you if you dont like me, not to be a stupid kindergardener, but b/c if you hurt me its one thing, but if i hurt myself, thats a different story. i try my best not to be destructive. if i make a mistake its not b/c subconsciously i wanted to hurt someone, its b/c i wasnt thinking.. im the first to admit i might be a bit unusual. im the first to admit i might be a bit spoiled. im the first to admit i didnt like your food.
when i talk and you either dont listen or just dont get what im trying to say i become as vulnerable as a china doll. when im bored im crancky and groggy and stressed out. i love food but hate eating. i love drinks... thats that.
live in a cage that has a big banner on it that spells LIBERTY.
i want an angel, i want a butterfly, i want i want i want... what i want most, in the whole world is to pack my bags and travel... on my own.. do my thing, run and walk and fly and meet the loves of my life and get wild and tone it down and have adventures that are just out of this world. and come home. and say nothing happend. ill write a book, say its fiction. i want something all of my own. secrets. i want florence london tel aviv madrid tokyo berlin buenos aires rio seattle prague moscow fiji san fransisco rome... italy... my italy...
i like noise. and i live for music and cinema.. impressed...i speak when i know what im talking about. i like to stand for my morals. i dont have many but the ones i do get the respect they deserve.
~~~puff~~~