jueves, 19 de agosto de 2010

I'm not Morrissey (oda a morrissey)

No I'm not I'm not I'm not I am not allright. Im not happy I'm so sad. I'm not morrissey. I can't sing very well. I don't envy him. It's just I don't like myself very much right now. I don't have very big windows in my house. Neither a big bed with a tiny girl on it to hug every morning. No I'm not I'm not I'm not I`m not drunk or high. I`m not clever I'm not smart to tell the difference between love and hate. Just to tell you tht I love you. All the lovers call it fate. To belive in that it's so late. So I will choose for everybody a well raw hate. till the random give this fucked soul one new mate. Ican't I can't I'cant I can't say that I'm glad to be 17 this month. to be growing up so fast. when it's so hard. 17. what a number just for me. Morrissey would be so sweet voiced up above while I'm singing crappy songs with my white t-shirt of his face.

4 comentarios:

  1. y la música de tu blog sea aleatoria (no me sale)

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  2. realmente me gusta lo que escribís, te felicitationo♥

    te mando un abrazo abajo de mi pañuelo de flores escuchando música en tu super reproductor con nuestros amigos

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