June
Monday 1 March 2010 photo 1/1
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Here you are, at the bar. Acting kindoff weird. Ordering a drink, for myself, a belgian beer. After that I drank it, I talked to you. You were plesant and nice. I took your hand and we started to dance, dance again. To the darkest, hour of the night.
''mellanspel''
You went, to the bathroom. I waited, for you. For five minutes you showed up and I kissed you. You enjoyed it.
We went out, in cold, in the dark, in the alley.
''gitarrsolo''
I forced you down on the ground, you refused. But I didn't care.
You started to cry and I didn't care. You were freezing, but I didn't care.
I was enjoying myself.
''brygga''
Now you hate me, for some reason. I don't now why.
''brygga''
Now I'm here, in the courtroom with my lawyer, you are here. But you don't look at me. I look at you.
The judge he looked at me. I stared at him, too. He threw his hammer, on me.
I passed out, woke up, in the courtroom. My layer, he slapped me, right on my right cheek.
''mellanspel''
Now I'm here, in the cold and dark, with men.
''mellanspel''
You went, to the bathroom. I waited, for you. For five minutes you showed up and I kissed you. You enjoyed it.
We went out, in cold, in the dark, in the alley.
''gitarrsolo''
I forced you down on the ground, you refused. But I didn't care.
You started to cry and I didn't care. You were freezing, but I didn't care.
I was enjoying myself.
''brygga''
Now you hate me, for some reason. I don't now why.
''brygga''
Now I'm here, in the courtroom with my lawyer, you are here. But you don't look at me. I look at you.
The judge he looked at me. I stared at him, too. He threw his hammer, on me.
I passed out, woke up, in the courtroom. My layer, he slapped me, right on my right cheek.
''mellanspel''
Now I'm here, in the cold and dark, with men.
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