Un petit texte qui reflette mon humeur suite à mon entré au lycée...Accompagné d'une chanson de good charlotte qui quelque part reflette mes paroles
Parole de ma chanson (extrait) :
C'est un nouveau jour,
Mais tous me semble aussi sinistre
La vie est belle
C'est ce qu'on m'a dit
Mais tous me semble pareil
Au lycée je me sens plutôt
Comme dans une cellule, un pénitencier
Le temps passé là-bas me fait réaliser
Que je ne veux jamais être comme tous le monde
Je ne veux pas faire comme vous
Je n'ai pas la même logique que vous !
Et je hais la mode !
Parole de good charlotte :
Like the time in school when we got free lunch,
and the cool kids beat us up ( reduced lunch)
and the rich kids had convertibles
and we had to ride the bus ( 55)
like the time we made the baseball team,
but they still laughed at us ( you still suck)
like the time that girl broke up with me
cause I wasn't cool enough ( Trip)
Chorus:
The little things,
little things they always hang around
the little things
little things they try to break me down
the little things
little things they just wont go away
the littles things
little things made me who i am today
Bridge:
you wanna hate me now
but I wont stop now cause
I can't stop now...
verse 2:
like the time mom went to that institue
cause she was breaking down
( I just can't take it)
like the car we had that wouldn't start we had to walk to get around
( can I get a ride?)
and that same year on christmas eve
dad went to the store
(uhh..see you guys later)
we checked his room his things were gone
we didn't see him no more (dick)
Parole de ma chanson (extrait) :
C'est un nouveau jour,
Mais tous me semble aussi sinistre
La vie est belle
C'est ce qu'on m'a dit
Mais tous me semble pareil
Au lycée je me sens plutôt
Comme dans une cellule, un pénitencier
Le temps passé là-bas me fait réaliser
Que je ne veux jamais être comme tous le monde
Je ne veux pas faire comme vous
Je n'ai pas la même logique que vous !
Et je hais la mode !
Parole de good charlotte :
Like the time in school when we got free lunch,
and the cool kids beat us up ( reduced lunch)
and the rich kids had convertibles
and we had to ride the bus ( 55)
like the time we made the baseball team,
but they still laughed at us ( you still suck)
like the time that girl broke up with me
cause I wasn't cool enough ( Trip)
Chorus:
The little things,
little things they always hang around
the little things
little things they try to break me down
the little things
little things they just wont go away
the littles things
little things made me who i am today
Bridge:
you wanna hate me now
but I wont stop now cause
I can't stop now...
verse 2:
like the time mom went to that institue
cause she was breaking down
( I just can't take it)
like the car we had that wouldn't start we had to walk to get around
( can I get a ride?)
and that same year on christmas eve
dad went to the store
(uhh..see you guys later)
we checked his room his things were gone
we didn't see him no more (dick)
