Listening to "The Animals Were Gone" by Damien Rice makes me want to die. But it's so good. I'm torn.
I'm drinking 32% decent coffee at 3:38 a.m. even though I'm going to sleep in five hours. It's hard to tell when it's going to keep me up or not.
I spent 2 hours before work playing around with pictures on my computer. I try to tell myself that I really do have hobbies. That I really don't spend all my time working or hanging out with friends or scrambling to get my homework done for school. Sometimes I feel like I am counterproductive, so I have this stuff to try to make me feel balanced. To show my parents? Look Mom, I do stuff. Look, Dad, I don't just dissapear into outerspace. But they're not asking, I'm just telling.
Oh, Damien. Why are you making me drink this coffee?
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Mes yeux veulent voir
Tes yeux voient noir
Mes yeux veulent croire
Tes yeux voient noir
Mes yeux veulent voir
Tes yeux voient noir
Mes yeux veulent croire
Tes yeux voient noir
Mais comment laisser la terre tourner sans elle ?
Pieds nus dans la rue elle s'enfuyait
De nous quatre sans dire un mot
De nous quatre sans faire un plat
Elle s'enfuyait (avec mes yeux dans ses mains)
(2x)
(Merci à Virginie pour cettes paroles)
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