Mi descrivo
impulsiva. leale. adoro la musica e tutto quello che ruota intorno a essa.... music forever... fuck bastard...
... tirando avanti, lontano dai guai...
aspettando il giorno in cui morirai...
Creep
When you were here before,
couldn't look you in the eye.
You're just like an angel,
your skin makes me cry.
You float like a feather,
in a beautiful world
I wish I was special,
you're so fucking special.
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.
I don't care if it hurts,
I want to have control.
I want a perfect body,
I want a perfect soul.
I want you to notice,
when I'm not around.
You're so fucking special,
I wish I was special.
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?.
I don't belong here
She's running out the door,
she's running,
she run, run, run, run, run.
Whatever makes you happy,
whatever you want.
You're so fucking special,
I wish I was special,
but I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here,
I don't belong here.
I miei libri preferiti...
Cuori in Atlantide • Stephen King
L'acchiappasogni • Stephen King
Il miglio verde • Stephen King
IT • Stephen King
Tutto è fatidico • Stephen King
Educazione di una canaglia • Edward Bunker
Come una bestia feroce • Edward Bunker
Little boy blue • Edward Bunker
Cane mangia cane • Edward Bunker
I pilastri della terra • Ken Follett
Mondo senza fine • Ken Follett
Jack Frusciante è uscito dal gruppo • Enrico Brizzi
Io non ho paura • Niccolo Ammaniti
Il paradiso degli orchi • Daniel Pennac
La fata carabina • Daniel Pennac
La prosivendola • Daniel Pennac
Signor Malaussène • Daniel Pennac
Ultime notizie dalla famiglia • Daniel Pennac
La passione secondo Therese • Daniel Pennac
Il poeta • Michael Connelly
Il signore delle mosche • William Golding
Mattatoio n. 5 • Kurt Vonnegut
Ragazzo negro • Richard Wright
hallelujah
I heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the Lord
but you don't really care for music, do you?
well it goes like this:
the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift
the baffled king composing hallelujah
hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah...
well your faith was strong but you needed proof
you saw her bathing on the roof
her beauty and the moonlight overthrough ya
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
and from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew ya
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
but love is not a victory march
it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
there was a time when you let me know
what's really going on below
but now you never show that to me do ya
but remember when I moved in you
and the holy dove was moving too
and every breath we drew was Hallelujah
well, maybe there's a God above
but all I've ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
it's not a cry that you hear at night
it's not somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah...