Kiedy Malenie (Mell/Mella) Wilson,wraca do swojego rodzinnego kraju po czterech latach mieszkania we Włoszech(W Wenecji),w nowej szkole (Glendale Hills Academy)poznaje,Jake'a (JK)Hatson'a.Chodzą do tej samej klasy,w liceum.Mell i Jake się zaprzyjaźn...
Wróciłam do domu przez okno,poczekałam chwilę i zaczęłam sie pakować...Była 22:37
Ładowarka,laptop,tablet,słuchawki,power bank...Są
Poduszka,kołdra,koc,bluza i ubrania...Mam
Książki,torba szkolna i jakieś zapasy jedzenia...Mhm mam
Kosmetyczka i rzeczy łazienkowe...Są
Kasa,karta i skarbonka z oszczędnościami...Spakowane
Mam wszystko,mogę ruszać...Zostawić kartkę?
Nie.
Wyszłam przez okno i poszłam do auta które zostawiłam uliczkę dalej by rodzice sie nie obudzili,otworzyłam bagażnik i spakowałam tam rzeczy. Uciekam z domu. Uciekam z tego wariatkowa. Uciekam z domu. Uciekam z tego wariatkowa. Uciekam z domu. Uciekam z tego wariatkowa. Uciekam od rodziców.
Rodziców czy rodzica...?
Nie spodziewałam się tego po sobie Ale ludzie się zmieniają.
Weszłam do auta i zatrzasnęłam za sobą drzwi a gdy opadłam na fotel wypuściłam drżące powietrze z ust. -Woooaah-sapnełam. Gdy wyjechałam z uliczki puściłam swoją ulubioną playliste na spotify i darłam mordę. -I saw her in the rightest way Looking like Anne Hathaway Laughing while she hit her pen And coughed, and coughed And then, she came up to my knees Begging, baby, would you please? Do the things you said you'd do to me, to me Oh, won't you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor? And when you get a taste, can you tell me what's my flavor? I don't believe in God, but I believe that you're my savior My mom says that she's worried, but I'm covered in this favor And when we're getting dirty, I forget all that is wrong I sleep so I can see you 'cause I hate to wait so long I sleep so I can see you and I hate to wait so long She took my fingers to her mouth The kind of thing that makes you proud That nothing else had ever Worked out, worked out And lately, I've tried other things But nothing can capture the sting Of the venom she's gonna spit out right now Oh, won't you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor? When you get a taste, can you tell me what's my flavor? I don't believe in God, but I believe that you're my savior I know that you've been worried, but you're dripping in my favor And when we're getting dirty, I forget all that is wrong I sleep so I can see you 'cause I hate to wait so long I sleep so that I can see you and I hate to wait so long And we can run away to the walls inside your house I can be the cat, baby, you can be the mouse And we can laugh off things that we know nothing about We can go forever until you wanna sit it out-(,,Sailor song-Gigi Perez") Śpiewałam jeszcze głośniej gdy na głośnikach mojego BMW poleciało ,,Lobour" Od Paris Palomy
-One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefullytimedit, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just anappendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24∕7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just anappendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24∕7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour The capillaries in my eyes (all day, every day) Are bursting (therapist, mother, maid) If our love died (nymph then virgin) Would that be the worst thing? (Nurse then a servant) For somebody (just anappendage) I thought was my saviour (live to attend him) You sure make me do (so that) A whole lot of labour (he never lifts a finger) The calloused skin on my hands (24∕7) Is cracking (baby machine) If our love ends (so he can live out) Would that be a bad thing? (His picket fence dreams) And the silence (it's not an act of love) Haunts our bed chamber (if you make her) You make me do too much labour
A jeszcze głośniej gdy poleciało ,,Sex,drugs,etc." Od beach Weather -Late night telephone Calling all the wallflowers I know Out the dark and into the light Half love, half regret Dressing up for Polaroids and cigarettes Socialize, romanticize the life Floating on my low-key vibe Floating on my low-key vibe, vibe, vibe I don't need a late night high I'm floating on my low vibe Vibe, vibe Vibe Vibe, vibe Bulletproof passengers On the road to sex, drugs, etc. Get out the dark and into the light Everywhere I go, I know that I don't wanna be Part of something I won't ever need Your socialized, romanticized life Floating on my low-key vibe Floating on my low-key vibe, vibe, vibe I don't need a a night high I'm floating on my low vibe Vibe, vibe Vibe Vibe, vibe Out of touch in harmony Designer drugs from dead end streets Break the air to feel the fall Or just feel anything at all Floating on my low-key vibe Floating on my low-key vibe, vibe, vibe I don't need a late night high Floating on my vibe Vibe, vibe Vibe Vibe, vibe Floating on my low-key vibe Floating on my low-key vibe, vibe, vibe I don't need a late night high I'm floating on my-
Leciało jeszcze:Eyes don't lie-Isabel LaRosa,Older-Isabel LaRosa,Skyfall-Adele, Brooklyn baby-Lana del rey,West Coast-Lana del rey,reflections-The neightbourhood,Daddy issues-The neightbourhood,505-Artic Monkeys,Creepin'-The weekend,Slippy cup-Melanie Martinez,Chihiro-Billie Eilish,Not allowed od TV girl i kilka innych vibe'owych piosenek.
Dojechałam. Moim oczom ukazał się drawniano-szklany domek letniskowy z basenem i jacuzzi,idealny na imprezy. Imprezy? Może kiedyś
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dzisiaj trochę mniej pisania a więcej piosenek!Pośpiewajcie se troche jak Melanie w drodze do domku!
Miłego💋
!Free!
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