evo ako tko ima kakvih uradaka koje bi volio podijeliti neka ih napise ovdje..
mene uglavnom pere kad sam zaljubljen pa je vecina na tu temu
ebiga
spuštajuci oblaci noseci osjecaj drame i snova gore
gore tako prekrasno. Priroda me voli.
Rasipajuci svoju raskoš pokušava mi olakšati bivstvo i trud.
Rijeci su tako isprazne.. Ista slova u raznim bojama nisu dovoljna.
Kada bih barem znao slikati. Bojama docarati stanje uma.
Stanje uma koji proživljavajuci svoje želje i snove,
sanjajuci o sreci, razapinje sudar sa stvarnošcu.
Da, volim sebe. No i više volim tvoje bice.
I siguran sam da sam dobro odlucio.
jedna iz vremena kad sam bio u depri, btw, ispricavam se onima koji ne razunmiju engleski, a oni koji znaju nadam se da nece imati problema sa slengom
snap
its all an ilusion,
when all cards fall down, a man iz alone..
its just too hard, it makes no sence but it iz what it iz.
when u want something, it doeznt count..
when u deserve somethin it doeznt count..
there iz no such thing az logic and thots dont count neida
a man haz to love himself. What if he hates himself, hiz life hez whole exsistance.
den da reason to live haz to b in somebody else.. And there iz nobody else..
tryin doeznt count
beein good doeznt count
havin patience doeznt count
what are tears worth if nobody seez them
they make u hate urself even more.
never told it before..
i hate myself, im ashamed of myself
think what u want to think, my life iz my own to take
if i decide to take it noone of you deserves to comment it
noone of u deserve to judge me
noone haz the right even to think about it
noone could c tru my fake hapiness
noone ever will
i cry. so what. i hurt. so what
you can all go fuck urself
noone wuz here when i needed u
noone
noone shud feel sorry
questions will be asked
dont answer them
none of you are worthy
i hate u all and i hate myself
im trapped.
Like an animal dat i am
mene uglavnom pere kad sam zaljubljen pa je vecina na tu temu
ebiga
spuštajuci oblaci noseci osjecaj drame i snova gore
gore tako prekrasno. Priroda me voli.
Rasipajuci svoju raskoš pokušava mi olakšati bivstvo i trud.
Rijeci su tako isprazne.. Ista slova u raznim bojama nisu dovoljna.
Kada bih barem znao slikati. Bojama docarati stanje uma.
Stanje uma koji proživljavajuci svoje želje i snove,
sanjajuci o sreci, razapinje sudar sa stvarnošcu.
Da, volim sebe. No i više volim tvoje bice.
I siguran sam da sam dobro odlucio.
jedna iz vremena kad sam bio u depri, btw, ispricavam se onima koji ne razunmiju engleski, a oni koji znaju nadam se da nece imati problema sa slengom
snap
its all an ilusion,
when all cards fall down, a man iz alone..
its just too hard, it makes no sence but it iz what it iz.
when u want something, it doeznt count..
when u deserve somethin it doeznt count..
there iz no such thing az logic and thots dont count neida
a man haz to love himself. What if he hates himself, hiz life hez whole exsistance.
den da reason to live haz to b in somebody else.. And there iz nobody else..
tryin doeznt count
beein good doeznt count
havin patience doeznt count
what are tears worth if nobody seez them
they make u hate urself even more.
never told it before..
i hate myself, im ashamed of myself
think what u want to think, my life iz my own to take
if i decide to take it noone of you deserves to comment it
noone of u deserve to judge me
noone haz the right even to think about it
noone could c tru my fake hapiness
noone ever will
i cry. so what. i hurt. so what
you can all go fuck urself
noone wuz here when i needed u
noone
noone shud feel sorry
questions will be asked
dont answer them
none of you are worthy
i hate u all and i hate myself
im trapped.
Like an animal dat i am