June 2008
Do you think it was you how decided to come here? Do you think it´s you how makes the choses in youre life? Do you really think it metters what you think? It was destenies power who brout you he
You made room for me but it´s too soon to see, If I´m happy in your hands. I´m unusually hard to hold on to. Blank stares at blank pages. No easy way to say this. You mean well, but
Jobba, jobba, jobba. Måla, trädgårdsarbeta, städa och måla lite till. Japp de tar på ryggen och nu börjar knarkandet på voltaren igen... (Y)