Studies show:
Intelligent girls are more depressed
Because they know
What the world is really like
Don't think for a beat it makes it better
When you sit her down and tell her
Everything gonna be all right
She knows in society she either is
A devil or an angel with no in between
She speaks in the third person
So she can forget that she's me

Zapach owieczki *-*

Troszkę mi się nic nie chce (nadal). Właściwie to bardzo, ale to taki szczególik, który można pominąć.

Znowu na angielskim zastępstwo, znowu na geografii zastępstwo, jakby nie mogli nie zmieniać planu i dać nam na 12. Bo po co, niech siedzą  =.=

Tonight my lips will scorch you flesh
And the pain you'll feel won't ever be the same
Handcuffed to the bed, you're my beloved prey
Be my be my sex toy yeah