She turned away, what was she looking at?
She was a sour girl the day that she met me
Hey, what are you looking at?
She was a happy girl the day that she left me

What would you do?
What would you do if I follow you?
What would you do? I follow

Dont turn away, what are you looking at?
He was so happy on the day that he met her
Say, what are you looking at?
I was a superman, the looks are deceiving

The rollercoaster rides a lonely one
I pay the ransom note to stop it from steaming
Hey, what are you looking at?
She was a teenage girl when she met me

What would you do?
What would you do if I follow you?
What would you do? I follow

What would you do? ....

The girl got reasons
They all got reasons

What would you do? ....

Hey, what are you looking at?
She was a happy girl the day that she left me
The day that she left me / the day that she left me
She was a happy girl the day that she left me
The day that she left me / the day that she left me
She was a happy girl the day that she left me



sourgirl/STP

i wanna a blogger i dont have to blog

Estúpidas hormonas!

No está chido, levantarte por la mañana y descubrir que la tristeza de anoche, era por causa de ellas!
no es la compañera que está en terapia intensiva (con la que nunca hablaste, de hecho), no es enterarte tres días despúes que alguien a quien quieres mucho estaba enfermo, tampoco es esa historia sobre el "amero" o esa moneda que nos llevará a la pobreza, no es el cansancio, no son los abrazos que nunca nos damos, no es sentirte como trapo tirado al final del día... no. naah!

son las hormonas...

y yo que pensaba que era un estúpido cliché.

en un domingo híbrido de siempre digo:

no vuelvo a desperdiciar la oportunidad de hacer una locura!

god dammed!!!

frankie goes to monterrey

me encantan!
gracias!
fue mi recargada de batería.
energía pura!!!

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