domingo, 30 de enero de 2011

F$ckin' perfect

F/... perfect

Made a wrong turn, once or twice
dug my way out, blood and fire.
Bad decisions, that's alrigth.
Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, misplace, misunderstood
Miss "No way, it's all good', it didn't slow me down
Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated
Look, I'm still around

Pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel
Like you're less than f$ckin' perfect
Pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel like you're nothing
You're f$ckin' perfect to me!

You're so mean, when you talk about yourself, you were wrong
change the voices in your head , make them like you instead
So complicated, look happy, you'll make it!
Filled with so much hatred... such a tired game
it's enough! I've done all I can think of
Chased down all my demonds, I've seen you do the same.

Oh, pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel
Like you're less than f$ckin' perfect
Pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel like you're nothing
you're f$ckin perfect to me.

The whole world's scared so I swallow the fear
the only thing I shoul be drinking is an ice cold beer
So cool in line , and we try try try, but we try too hard and it's a waste of my time
Done looking for the critics, cause theye're everywhere
They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair
exchange ourselves, and we do it all the time
Why do we do that? Why do I do that?

Why do I do that?

Yeah, oh, oh baby, pretty baby..!
pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel
like you're less than f$ckin' perfect
pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel
like you're nothing , you're f$ckin' perfect to me.
You're perfect, you're perfect!
Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel like you're nothing
you're f$ckin' perfect to me....

1 comentario:

  1. Pásate, si aún me recuerdas.
    Y si no me conoces, puedes leer o comentar. U olvidar lo que acabo de escribir.

    http://violetcarsons.blogspot.com/

    "—No sé qué me ha pasado. No te ofendas, pero a veces una se siente más libre de hablarle a un extraño que a la gente que conoce. ¿Por qué será?
    Me encogí de hombros. —Probablemente porque un extraño nos ve como somos, no como quiere creer que somos.
    —¿Es eso también de tu amigo Carax?
    —No, eso me lo acabo de inventar para impresionarte.
    —¿Y cómo me ves tú a mí?
    —Como un misterio.
    —Ése es el cumplido más raro que me han hecho nunca.
    —No es un cumplido. Es una amenaza.
    —¿Y eso?
    —Los misterios hay que resolverlos, averiguar qué esconden.
    —A lo mejor te decepcionas al ver lo que hay dentro.
    —A lo mejor me sorprendo. Y tú también."

    La Sombra del viento. Carlos Ruiz Zafón

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