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det är tomma ord som strömmar egenom skallen.
jag skulle fan vilja älska dej.
men jag orkar inte med kärleks problem mitt i alla andra problem.
ett problem barn helt enkelt.
they are empty.
im empty.
the words in my head are all empty.
where is the happiness when i need it?
its there when i dont wanna have it,
and then its gone when i need it.
im tired of not being me.
im tired of living like a problem child.
you know ,can we pretend the airplanes in the night are like shooting stars
coz i could really use that wish. right now.
jag måste sluta med det jag håller på med.
slutar jag inte kommer det bli en tvångstanke.
fan.
jag skulle fan vilja älska dej.
men jag orkar inte med kärleks problem mitt i alla andra problem.
ett problem barn helt enkelt.
they are empty.
im empty.
the words in my head are all empty.
where is the happiness when i need it?
its there when i dont wanna have it,
and then its gone when i need it.
im tired of not being me.
im tired of living like a problem child.
you know ,can we pretend the airplanes in the night are like shooting stars
coz i could really use that wish. right now.
jag måste sluta med det jag håller på med.
slutar jag inte kommer det bli en tvångstanke.
fan.
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