Tuesday, 15 September 2009

Coming clean

Ahaha, I adore the new Subway advert. But I don't get why he has to be in his underwear. Hypnotist maybe has some freaky kinks. Vimto has disease fruit.. And I'm just rambling the shit outta my blog because the person who this blog will be about will probably read this when I say "Blog's up, bbycks" Or some other shite like that.

I'm a mother-fucking filthy little hypocrite.
Although that fact's well known and well spread. Especially among the people who're supposed to be my friends. FUCK YOU ALL. Grrrrr. Yes, I'm pissed off because there are some people who are really just pathetic. Which makes me even moar grateful that I've never ever had an argument with the Gremlin. Well, never a srs one anyway- actually, I don't even think we've play argued o.O Ohmygod, I love you Gremmy <3 xD

FUCK SAKE, STOP FUCKING RAMBLING MATT. STOP IT.
I'm such a whore, I won't even tell random, anninymoos interblaggers what's on my chest. Fuck this. Have some lyrics whilst I think of what to say..

So, it's sad this doesn't suit you now,
And me fresh out of rope.
Please ignore the lisp,
I never meant to sound like this.
So take me and break me,
And make me strong like you,
I'll be forever grateful to this and you.

It's only you, beautiful,
Or I don't want anyone.
If I can choose, It's only you.

Fix me to a chain around your neck
And wear me like a nickel,
Even new wine served in old skins cheapens the taste.
I shot the pilot,
I'm begging you to fly this for me.
I'm here for you to use, broken and bruised
Do you understand?

It's only you, beautiful,
Or I don't want anyone.
If I can choose, It's only you.

But how could I miscalculate
Perfect eyes will have perfect aim
If I can choose, It's only you.
We're wrecking and I'm dry like a drum
When you scream so fine I'll leave
We're stranded
We've got time and trials measured in miles
We slave for days and weeks

It's only you, beautiful,
Or I don't want anyone.
If I can choose, It's only you.

But how could I miscalculate,
Perfect lies from a perfect dame.
If I can choose, It's only you.



Well, no, actually... That song pretty much sums it up.

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