Не помню, постила ли я это (всё ещё болею, мозг работает плохо), но it bears repeating.
стихоYou can tell
From the scars on my arms
And the cracks on my hips
And the dents in my car
And the blisters on my lips
That I'm not the carefullest of girls
You can tell
From the glass on the floor
And the strings that're breaking
And I keep on breaking more
And it looks like I am shaking
But it's just the temperature
And then again
If it were any colder I could disengage
If I were any older I could act my age
But I don't think that you'd believe me
It's. Not. The. Way. I'm. Meant. To. Be
It's just the way the operation made me
And you can tell
From the state of my room
That they let me out too soon
And the pills that I ate
Came a couple years too late
And I've got some issues to work through
There I go again
Pretending to be you
Make-believing
That I have a soul beneath the surface
Trying to convince you
It was accidentally on purpose
I am not so serious
This passion is a plagiarism
I might join your century
But only on a rare occasion
I was taken out
Before the labor pains set in and now
Behold the world's worst accident
I am the girl anachronism
And you can tell
By the red in my eyes
And the bruises on my thighs
And the knots in my hair
And the bathtub full of flies
That I'm not right now at all
There I go again
Pretending that I'll fall
Don't call the doctors
Cause they've seen it all before
They'll say just
Let her crash and burn. She'll learn
The attention just encourages her
And you can tell
From the full-body cast
That you're sorry that you asked
Though you did everything you could
(like any decent person would)
But I might be catching so don't touch
You'll start believing you're immune to gravity and stuff
Don't get me wet
Because the bandages will all come off
And you can tell
From the smoke at the stake
That the current state is critical
Well it is the little things, for instance...
In the time it takes to break it she can make up ten excuses...
Please excuse her for the day, its just the way the medication makes her...
I don't necessarily believe there is a cure for this
So I might join your century but only as a doubtful guest
I was too precarious removed as a caesarian
Behold the worlds worst accident
I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM Клипа к этой радости нет, но я бы с удовольствием его посмотрела...
стихо которое просто непременно нужно читать
Missed me, missed me? Now you gotta kiss me
If you kiss me, mister, I might tell my sister
If I tell her, mister, she might tell my mother and my
Mother, mister, she might tell my father and my father
Mister. he won't be too happy and he'll have his lawyer
Come up from the city and arrest you mister
So I wouldn't miss me if you get me, mister, see?
Missed me, missed me? Now you gotta kiss me
If you kiss me mister you must think I'm pretty
If you think so mister you must want to fuck me
If you fuck me mister it must mean you love me
If you love me mister you would never leave me
It's as simple as can be!
Missed me, missed me? Now you gotta kiss me
If you miss me mister why do you keep leaving
If you trick me mister I will make you suffer
And they'll get you mister put you in the slammer
And forget you, mister, then you'll miss me, won't you?
Won't you miss me?
Missed me, missed me? Now you gotta kiss me
If you kiss me mister take responsibility
I'm fragile mister just like any girl would be
And so misunderstood - so treat me delicately!
Missed me, missed me? Now you've gone and done it
Hope you're happy in the county penitentiary
It serves you right for kissing little girls
But I will visit if you miss me
Say the you miss me
How's the food they feed you?
Do you miss me?
Will you kiss me through the window?
Do you miss me, miss me...
Will they ever let you go?
I miss my mister so...