Inspiration

Nu är jag så trött att jag hade kunnat sova i 20 timmar och lite till...

-I want people to feel sorry for me.
I like to feel the burn of the audiences eyes on me,
when I'm whispering all my darkest secrets into the microphone.
When I was a kid, I used to carry this safety pin around with me,
everywhere I went in my pocket and when people weren't paying enough attention to me,
I'd dig it into my arm until I started to cry.
Everyone would stop what they were doing and ask me what was the matter.
I guess I kind of liked that.

-Really? You're telling me you're doing all this for attention?

-No, I hate it when people look at me. I get nauseous.
In fact I could care less what people think about me.

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