Yellow

Sono distratta e distrattamente partecipo, a tratti quasi riluttante, ma in fondo solo perversa; nella mia mente non riesco a decidere chi sarà il mio prescelto stasera.

Adulti? una stronzata, i sentimenti non invecchiano, maturano e fanno male come un utero troppo ingrossato; mi piacerebbe davvero poter ricercare con te quel nonsenso senza complicazioni, senza un momento di dipartita, perchè 20 ore non sarebbero abbastanza nella mia nuvola di vaniglia; mi imbatto nella sagoma ricorrente che visita i miei sogni...dalle mia pelle si elevano grida di eccitata prigionia.

Have a nice day

I wanna get a million miles away from fakery, and a step away from yer heart.

Heart-shaped box

I forgot about being angry, but the truth is I am angry again and I gotta trust you; that's what gets me mad. Maaaaaad, the hell. But I gotta trust you and it costs me a lot - I tell you. I hate when someone is fuckin' about me and they were fuckin' about...me. You were doin' it as well probably, and you're doing it. I wanna yell at that cunt, you fuckin' moron, you fuckin' vulgar ignorant. I hate you; I blame on you; don't dare to say a word about me or I'll kick you ass in, you fucker! I'll pull your hair and bite your neck. Why am I sentenced to cry?
Fuckin' hell what am I now? Is this really me?! I wanna dance, I wanna dream, I wanna destroy, but I'm scared. Help me darlin', like you did last nite in my bad dream: you were guilty like that ugly bitch, but I was still looking for you cryin' my heart out, I was so desperate and I was alone, so alone that I was looking for you who hurt me so much; and you did hurt me, whether you were meant to do it or not. I'm so full of scars I almost cannot see anymore. Help me...don't be angry, please, stay with me...take me in your arms and love me, coz I hate myself. Can't find myself anymore cos I'm addicted, me.
I'm the silliest person I've ever known actually, but you know it.

Novocaine

Hang the dj...

Rose scented talcum

What if you think you know yourself and then you find out your a fuckin' idler and you wanna write, but you can't and fuck you wanna kill yourself coz you're so full of love and it took you almost a year to try to forget someone when you find out these things aren't gone, you love way too many people and you wanna have 'em all...it's like havin' too much to say, like enjoying the strange feeling and the fear of loosing everything, I'll get away in silence maybe, I want you to be by my side cos it helps me not realising, like inhaling some glue, like listening to a song that makes you think of havin' some Martini, it's murder, it's painkillers not workin' anymore, not understandin' what the fuck you want anymore, twisted telepathy and broken bones after a nite full of love, cold, I'm always fuckin' cold and everyone knows about it...and who the hell is everyone then? I can smell the fun in my dreams and yet I can't believe it was me creatin' that world, stomachache forever to me, just wanna screeeaaaam in this fuckin' room like just before the last supper, so many ideas and not even a small chance to actually get hold of any result, I know you all love me, I know everything but the right way out, I'm stuck in this city and I don't wanna hurt anyone, I swear, I dont wanna hurt you, don't wanna cut my favourite beautiful painting, dunno where to start, dunno where to start...dunno where to start, so I won't, but let me see the end of it.

Consequences

I can remember everything I write, except for sometimes;
I think I'm in a sort of "trance" while writin', so that I can't remember anything at all until I found the page out again.
They're such cool things to read, cos they're unexpected.

Was that really me speaking? I can't deny myself.
(but I can't publish what I want...good Lord, I can't)

We cry alone

I just need five fuckin' minutes, I just need a phone call, I just need to hear from you, I just need you to come and tell me that I'm the best one, I'm so sweet and smart and sexy; lies.
I can see myself trying.

I'm afraid of the dark, but every night I go to sleep alone.