fuck you (very much)
look inside, look inside your tiny mind
and look a bit harder
cause we’re so uninspired
so sick and tired
of all the hatred you harbor
so you say it’s not okay to be gay
well i think you’re just evil
you’re just some racist who can’t tie my laces
you’re point of view is medieval
fuck you, fuck you very very much
cause we hate what you do
and we hate your whole crew
so please don’t stay in touch
fuck you, fuck you very very much
cause your words don’t translate
and it’s getting quite late
so please don’t stay in touch
do you get, do you get a little kick out of being small-minded?
you want to be like your father
it’s approval you’re after
well that’s not how you’ll find it
do you, do you really enjoy living a life that’s so hateful
cause there’s a hole where your soul should be
you’re losing control of it
and it’s really distasteful
fuck you, fuck you very very much
cause we hate what you do
and we hate your whole crew
so please don’t stay in touch
fuck you, fuck you very very much
cause your words don’t translate
and it’s getting quite late
so please don’t stay in touch
look inside, look inside your tiny mind
and look a bit harder
cause we’re so uninspired
so sick and tired
of all the hatred you harbor
fuck you, fuck you very very much
cause we hate what you do
and we hate your whole crew
so please don’t stay in touch
fuck you, fuck you very very much
cause your words don’t translate
and it’s getting quite late
so please don’t stay in touch
- lily allen
this song is so freakishly happy and cutesy-wutesy, that if pre-school teachers went psycho and played this type of songs to their students, the world would become so much happier as a whole because even the words "fuck" and "shit" would sound pure and good.
wouldn't it be nice?
yesterday was insane. i keep thinking i'm falling deeper and deeper. i keep thinking that you want it as badly as i do. and i keep thinking you're drawing in closer and closer to me. i keep thinking we'd work it all out. i keep thinking you're doing this to torture me. i keep thinking that you just want to teach me a lesson. i keep thinking you still love me.
i keep thinking wrong.
somebody just slap me back to reality? ouh gosh.
i really need my girls right now.
hidayah, maisurah, haiza!
biler nak jumpe ni?? gah.
oh you?
"you make me sick."
p/s: a very big thank you to melissa for giving me the cleaning cloth! :D
i thought and wondered at 10:41 AM
