Me Mary May the 4 be with me

Me Mary May the 4 be with me

Yes I take the strength
I am the only one not to think star today
I do not have to be normal

In short without doing anything
This is what I trigger
But I prefer to give them to them

But here is my life
Other than california
Even if it is my life too

Short on the 7th floor inhabits my neighbor I am on 3 floor
I never respect an appointment that is given to me
Phone or
I draw
The world I do not care

but there

She is jealous of colette

Collet by si colette by there
Colette is wicked

And at the same time it was on the tv E that passes that star like kardachian 24H24
There was a big brunette who takes care of stars like the SHMAU
Sorry if I write it wrong it's phonetic

And when it's colette

It's your neighbor by so
Your neighbor by there
Your neighbor is wicked

One day both of them I did climb colette


And there the killing to begin

me

I do not touch
I do not even look
I do not care

It may be for this

more
She calls a girlfriend in london and I made her clairvoyance
by telephone

I make him

But I watch that california

I can do a lot of thing
At the same time

Can insult me
Criticize me
But I do not do anything
I do not want
I do not want

But they are hysterical

I reassure you if it was guys it would be the same

But I'm good that in my bubble

And she tells me

You go to London ?, and your mother ??

My mother can pass me a weekend anyway

And well not for my neighbor the 7 floors


Short after three espresso coffee
And the fat of california

I tell myself

my God

They are really all redone

and it is for that
That he never returned ??

But I spoke too high

And tells me

You have a guy ??

And well if he does not apreciate you as you are
Is that it's not your guy
But an idiot

And here she is for my mother!

In short I go to watch the dressing of celine dion on c! It's 1 year with celine dion who will start

There a colette message on my answering machine

I hope you will return from your crazy high
I am in appointments to restore with jeanpauln (yes she to a guy of the age to my mother but me always sticks brothel)

By returning I call you or on your messenger

qu'ellem'appelle ??
But I do not give a damn about everyone

Who thinks of me there now ??
Who know who I think of there now ??

no one

Apart from being possessive or taking myself for my mother
It is all that makes me go back
Even in simple friendship

Me who dreams of the wings of my man
No phone
No intenet
Just the wind in our hair

I know it is only a memory

But that was where I was really alive
Not like now
Where I have to pretend or close my mouth
to be calm

That is my life

Go to draw
Alone in my heart not in france
as usual
But it's me that

Good I forgot before I do the osupe to my mother
And I come back to draw
good night
To whoever wants to understand me....