Lisa Says So : Welcome To My Own Land.

Yes i’m born in June. The 1st if you really want to know. Yes I’m a gemini. Yes i’m called Lisa. So what ?

If you want to talk about me. Talk. I don’t care anymore.

BUT I am tired of you people. People in highschool, of my city of anywhere who just dont have anything else to do than talking about what I do. Next year you’ll the dust on my footsprints. That’s the paradoxial part. While you don’t have anything else to do than talking I’m living. And i’m feeling good. I don’t give a shit about what you say about me. And I don’t give a penny for your thought. You’re just a sheep and im a sheperd. That’s it.

BREAKING NEWS : CARING ABOUT WHAT YOU THINK WAS SO 2009 AND I AVANTGARDE. SO I DO NOT CARE SINCE NOW AND FOR A LONG LONG TIME.

FUCK YOU AND THANK YOU.

YOU MADE ME BETTER BY MAKING YOURSELVES WORSE.

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BABY SKINS IN SUMMER AIR.

Oh Célia, you know I’m Jane. You know Tarzan is gonna marry me. Now i just have to leave PETER PAN.

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“One day you’ll beg for me to sign you, but my garbage will be full and I won’t need an other shitty misery. Begging is the only thing you’re good at because that’s what you are my dear a beggar, Yeah a fucking beggar that can hold a guitar and knows that The Beatles arent only a brand of T-Shirts. But you still are a beggar and Oh, what a beggar! .” Me to Him, after drinking some shots. Booze drives me wild.

FUCK YOU & THANK YOU.

PS : I was only begging for your attention. Because i’m like you, i’m a beggar too. Because we’re like anyone we’re some beggars.

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Now i know where I wanna go and who I wanna be.

I miss the usa so bad. I’ll be back pretty soon. I swear.

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Ma révérence.

I remember the time You & Me
were drinking milk on a field
At 5 o clock in the morning.
Now it’s done.

So now i say GoodBye to you
And swear i will never get back
I wasted too much time with you
I need a break and so does my sorry mind
So now i say GoodBye my dear
You will never get me back
Being with you wasn’t a good idea
Now at your feet i’m droping my hat.

You think you are a piece of art
But you don’t even worth a dime
Sad Reality.
You words weren’t powerful at all
A flower would better touch my soul
Sad Reality.

Stpop acting as if you were the king of Irony
You aren’t even good at being the poor clown of the king

So now i say GoodBye to you
And swear i will never get back
I wasted too much time with you
I need a break and so does my sorry mind
So now i say GoodBye my dear
You will never get me back
Being with you wasn’t a good idea
Now at your feet i’m droping my hat.

You told me things you used to mean
I listened to things i used to believe
It’s too bad
Nw you’re just a little more crashed
By smoking some little more crack
It’s too bad

Stop acting as if you were the king of Irony
You arent even good at being the poor clown of the king

So now i say GoodBye to you
And swear i will never get back
I wasted too much time with you
I need a break and so does my sorry mind
So now i say GoodBye my dear
You will never get me back
Being with you wasn’t a good idea
Now at your feet i’m droping my hat.

I’m “having a coke and a smile” (COCA COLA)
But your own coke gets you to collapsed
And I dont wanna be a part of your fall
I just want to be happy on my own.

So now i say GoodBye to you
And swear i will never get back
I wasted too much time with you
I need a break and so does my sorry mind
So now i say GoodBye my dear
You will never get me back
Being with you wasn’t a good idea
Now at your feet i’m droping my hat.

I remember the time You & Me
were drinking milk on a field
At 5 o clock in the morning.
Now it’s done.

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April 26

There is a thing called love or attraction and this is the weirdest thing. Lead with it more than with me.

Because of your vanity Ive lost all my dignity.

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April 6

I am

blank.

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March 29

“Quand jeserai grand je serai Bee Gees ou bien pilote de Formule 1. En attendant je me déguise. C’est vrai que tous les costumes me vont bien.”

-Fall Out Boy has a song titled “My heart is the worst kind of weapon”. I must confess : I never listen to my heart when it’s about you. My words are the best shot. They’re as cruel as i’m supposed to be and as sharp as a blade. But I probably don’t mean them. Well my heart probably doesn’t. But my reason totally does because my reason used to be you.-

I don’t really like this picture of me, but a lot of my friends do so..

So with all my arrogance full of innocence i let you there. In the middle of somewhere, anywhere. I’m gonna meet Peter Pan. Yes Peter Pan is my friend. Trust me, it’s even written in the sky. Follow the stars and you’ll find a way to my mind. So with all my cruel and good intentions i tell you Goodbye. So…

Lisa : ” Goodbye. “

This girl is now Offline. (With Peter Pan.)

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PS : I hate You. (or just pretend to do.)

It’s a cold night
and i’m alone in this town
In a street i can’t name
With my eyes on this letter
to guide my tears, to feed my fears.

It’s a cold night
And the town is asleep
Only drinkers are awake
I whish they could pay me a drink
to kill the pain, to feed the blame

This letter sounds like a premeditated crime,
like an offender dime from some criminal minds
This letter sounds like a trigger pulled
like a mortal bullet from a chemical weapon

It was a cold night
and all i remember
are the murderers words
I wish i could understand the game
to kill the rancour, to be the winner

It was a very cold night
i used to be in this town
with a vodka next to me.

It was a very cold night
i used to be in this street
the ‘street of the Misery’

This letter sounds like a premeditated crime,
like an offender dime from some criminal minds
This letter sounds like a trigger pulled
like a mortal bullet from a chemical weapon

But i’m wondering why ?
Why did you leave me alone in this street at midnight
with this fucking letter provided and the cold to survive ?
I’m just wondering why, it was a crime.
I was your kill. But what am I now ?

This letter sounds like a premeditated crime,
like an offender dime from some criminal minds
This letter sounds like a trigger pulled
like a mortal bullet from a chemical weapon

PS : I hate You.

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March 24

Open your eyes, there’s no illusion.

I get tired of people arround me. They pretend to be a lot. But they only pretend. At my eyes they don’t mean anything. When they’re about to open their mouth I’m not waiting for their words as a big suspence. They only are automates And only say an avalanche of useless words I am writting on the walls Sprinting the world with my words To tell so unmeaning things They only are pathetic It’s not really their fault They’re just good people of this society. Like a cobaye i’d even make them try my lies. They act in the dark, the light isn’t even able to reveal their identity. Do you think it’s silly ? I think it’s sad.

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March 11

Red Lips & Long Eyelashes.

Oregon & NYC this summer, seems pretty cool. I can’t wait for summer holidays.

FOB tonight. It’s cool to catch the guys who grow up in your stereo at the same time than you.

With all my best and cruel intentions, I’m just human after all.

-Lisa.

Picture : Ccey.

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February 4

__Picnic At Hanging Rock.

One more time, I’ll be single for Valentine’s Day. Send me some chocolates it’s an order.

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January 19

“Il y a toujours un S à nous tout comme il y a toujours une fin pour nous. “

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At home when i should be studying.

Well i’m ‘sick’ so i stay at home today. The truth is that I truly don’t want to go my (f*cking) boarding school and i didn’t write the essay i was supposed to.. I’m guilty I know. But well, what do you think about the Jean-Louis Barrault’s quote :

“theater is the only serum invented by man to combat anxiety”

Writing something like 4 pages about this is over me today. Plus my classmates suck. They’re kids and don’t know anything about music.. Lisa, WELCOME TO HELL. =)

It’s raining hard today. I only like the rain when i’m at home in my bed. I’ll know tomorrow if it’s possible for me to study my last year in an American high school. Plus, i’m dying to go to a prom bal. Ha ha! I really hope it will be up to me.

I’ve been listening to the White Stripes & Jack Johnson all the week end. I didn’t listen to them for a long time.