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I think I´d love to Tell you – that I hate to Hear furthermore about you That you want to Tell me that you like me So just a little like me I think you have to Love me or fucking fight me So come on fight me I don´t know if you hate me I don´t give a damn love or hate I just don´t want you to like me and if I scare you Dare you – to underestimate me You might as well just hate and I will fight you But once I fucking like you – hell I won´t Stopp to Here I go again, exactly what it seems to be Here I go again, just don´t try to get me, try to get me Here I go again, really no big deal my friend

Goodmorning Sir. Moistening my voluptuous lips....

It´s just another cliche. Look at my resume, ain´t I looking great. It ain´t another cliche, the world is running on empty. She needs our company. Action is running late. Here is another cliche that it´s a matter of dough. I´m out of credit whoe, still you love me anyway I just can´t take that state of mind, I bust a move and run the signs, I fuss and fight below the lines, I cut some slack and go ahead. My life ain´t worth a living dead. Don´t give a fuck about me, you´ll be fulfilling your cliches They´re made in Germany, all for one but me. I´m not scared of the dark. I´m not scared of the Boogeyman. Be a woman and to do my best... to do my best is my own quest......

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Watch the sun, As it crawls across a final time And it feels like, Like it was a friend. It is watching us, And the world we set on fire Do you wonder, If it feels the same? And the sky is filled with light Can you see it? All the black is really white If you believe it As your time is running out Let me take away your doubt You can find a better place In this twilightDust to dust, Ashes in your hair remind me What it feels like And I won't feel again Night descends Could I have been a better person If I could only do it all again And the sky is filled with light Can you see it? All the black is really white

If you believe it And the longing that you feel

You know none of this is real You will find a better place In this twilight

My Declaration of Independence [Day].

Now I see how difficult it can be for a woman to come back to her former boyfriend who betrayed her additionally. To make it clear, above is just a exemplification of how I feeel, more then less. Comming back to the geist, I know that a woman can only forgive when there's an ilk of burning heart, some kind of being hugely, immensely in love, which Im not [any more]. Previously I was doing everything I was capable of to be the most beautiful, charming, enchanting female for you. Loved to share experiences, event, everything what was happening around me. I wanted you to be the part of it, part of me. Thee screwed it entirely. You may think you broke new ground, but you're walking on eggshells nowadays. Good for you! hat you feee\l depressed, sorrowful, I'm gonna make you feel green with envy the very next time you see me! I'm happy with a feeling that you know you are being condemned, yet despised by me! Root under these ramparts of fat! I haven't even made it to acknowledge you, that it feels like being raped at times. I need a rehab from you. This is how I feel about you now. MAybe I tend to be inextricable, however only sometimes. You lack gravitas, that's you're all about. Deserving for calling "rascal' any more, you are a fucking sucker, yet fucker. 2morrow you'll be gone. Och pardon, you've pound into oblivion since ever, self destructing.I don't need to be anyone's baby (Is that so hard to understand?) No I don't need another half to make me whole . This is my current single status My declaration of independence . Do what you want, but you're never gonna break me.Sticks and stones are never gonna shake me.No.Wish that you could, but you ain't gonna own me.Do anything you can to control me. And all those paintings I gave you, should be burnt down like my dignity was.