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viernes, 22 de agosto de 2008

Hollywood's not America


So long, put your blue jeans back on girl. Go home Remember Hollywood’s not America. So long put your blue jeans back on girl. Go home Remember Hollywood’s not America. And everybody here's from somewhere else. You can make a million dollars, but you might lose yourself. And you can take the heat will your heart grow cold. They say acting’s just pretending, but even that gets old. And there’s never any rain, when you want it. A hollow little game, and you’ve won it. Looking for a thrill but you’ve done it all-

jueves, 21 de agosto de 2008

Wake up AMERICA



Can you take care of her?Maybe you can spare her Several moments Of your consideration.Leading up To the final destination.The Earth is calling out I wanna learn What it's all about.But everything I read Is global warming Going green I don't know What all this means But it seems To be saying.Wake up America We're all In this together It's our home So let's take care of it.You know that you want to.You know that you got To wake up America.Tomorrow Becomes a new day And everything you do Matters.Everything you do Matters In some way.Stand up I'll try if you will.Wake up It's not a fire drill.All she needs Is a little attention.Can you give her Just a little attention?It's easy to look awayBut it's getting harder Day by day.I know that you Don't want to hear it.Especially coming From someone so young.But in the back seat.They want to hear it.So come on WAKE UP AMERICA.
B ♥

martes, 19 de agosto de 2008


Let down your defences. Use no common sense.
If you look you will see that this world is a beautiful accident turbulent suculent opulent permanent, no way.
I wanna taste it. Don't wanna waste it away.
Sometimes I get so weird.
I even freak myself out I laugh myself to sleep.
It's my lullaby-
B ♥


I just wanna scream and lose control Throw my hands up and let it go Forget about everything and runaway yeah I just want to fall and lose myself Laughing so hard it hurts like hell Forget about everything and runaway yeah-

lunes, 18 de agosto de 2008

I am


I'm an angel, I'm a devil I am sometimes in between.
Sometimes I'm miserable, Sometimes I'm pitiful.
But that's so typical of all the things I am.
I like to be by myself I hate to be alone.
I'm a million contradictions, Sometimes I make no sense,
Sometimes I'm perfect, Sometimes I'm a mess.
Sometimes I'm not sure who I am.
B ♥