get-to's by three Eleventh hours and upset employees I want to be naked, running through the streets I want to invite this so called chaos, that you
I can be an asshole of the grandest kind I can withhold like it's going out of style I can be the moodiest baby and you've never met anyone Who is as
'm not afraid as such I'm not dependent, rock solid stays in touch And doth I protest too much? So much energy to prove to you Who I can't possibly be So
We share a culture, same vernacular Love of physical humor and time spent alone You with your penchant for spontaneous advents For sticky unrests be unearthed
see me These excuses, how they served me so well They've kept me safe They've kept me stoic They've kept me locked in my own cell These excuses, how they're so
through The only way we'll feel better The only way out is through ultimately We could just walk away and hide our hands in the sand We could just call
And get to's by three Eleventh hours And upset employees I wanna be naked Running through the streets I want to invite this so called chaos That you
I rather face all on top of my face I am the perfect target screen For your blindly fueled rage I bare the brunt of your long buried pain I don't mind
tendency I know this sharing of shame Will ensure that I won't forget myself so easily I'll be low maintenance and agreeable I will not talk about my dreams so
Fourteen years, thirty minutes Fifteen seconds I've held this grudge Eleven songs, four full journals Thoughts of punishment I've expended Not in contact
Eight easy steps Eight easy steps How to stay paralyzed by fear of abandonment How to defer to men in solvable predicaments How to control someone to
Traduction: Morissette, Alanis. So-Called Chaos.
: How to stay paralyzed by fear of abandonment How to defer to men in solveable predicaments How to control someone to be a carbon copy of you How
: We share a culture same vernacular love of physical humor and time spent alone you with your penchant for spontaneous events for sticky and raspy,
: I rather face all on top of my face I am the perfect target screen For your blindly fueled rage I bare the brunt of your long buried pain I don
m not afraid as such I'm not dependent Rock solid, stays in touch And Doth I protest too much? So much energy to prove to you Who I can't possibly be So