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| nn ne posso +!!! basta scuola, basta basta e basta... mi sono rotta, nemmeno il tempo... già abbiamo fatto incazzare il prof di matematica k x punizione c ha assegnato 90 esercizi da fare x lunedì (il 15-10)... basta... ho la matematica che mi esce dalle orecchie.. e il bello è k 90 sono gli esercizi, ma all'interno ci sono ank 2 o 3 disequazioni o sistemi di grado superiore al secondo, letterali e frazionarie... e tutte qst cose sono CONTEMPORANEAMENTE.. in uno stesso esercizio... che cposa devo fare?!!!!!!!!! suicidarmi?'? CITAZIONE Non prendere nulla dalla mia firma, non mandare mp di spam...   I can see how you are beautiful, can you feel my eyes on you,
I'm shy and turn my head away
Working late in diner Citylite, I see that you get home alright
Make sure that you can't see me, hoping you will see me
Sometimes I'm Wondering why you look me and you blink your eye
You can't be acting like my Dana
I see you in Citylite diner serving all those meals and then
I see reflection of me in your eye, oh please
Talk to me, show some pity
You touch me in many, many ways
But I'm shy can't you see?
Obsessed by you, your looks, well, anyway "I would any day die for you",
I write on paper & erased away
Still I sit in diner Citylite, drinking coffee and reading lies
Turn my head and I can see you, could that really be you
Sometimes I'm wondering why you look me and you blink your eye
You can't be acting like my Dana
I see your beautiful smile and I would like to run away from
Reflections of me in your eyes, oh please
Talk to me, show some pity
You touch me in many, many ways
But I'm shy can't you see?
I see, can't have you, can't leave you there 'cause I must sometimes see you
But I don't understand how you can keep me in chains
And every waken hour, I feel your taking power From me and I can't leave
Repeating the scene over again
Sometimes I'm wondering why you look me and you blink your eye
You can't be acting like my Dana
I see your beautiful smile and I would like to run away from
Reflections of me in your eyes, oh please
Talk to me, show some pity
You touch me in many, many ways
But I'm shy can't you see?
Oh baby, talk to me, show some pity
You touch me in many, many ways
But I'm shy, can't you see? |
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