November 2010
Creepy uppvaknande idag :OBrev på posten utan avsändare, Kan inte placera handstilen.Dock har jag min misstanke....*Konfunderad*
You can't quit until you tryYou can't live until you dieYou can't learn to tell the truthUntil you learn to lieYou can't breathe until you chokeYou gotta laugh when you're the jokeThere's nothing like
There are places I'll remember All my life Though some have changed Some forever Not for better Some have gone and some remain All these places have their moments With lovers and friends I still can r
Fyll mig med luft igen Gör mig synlig Du får gärna avsky mig om det gör mig tydlig igen Om du vill visa dig igen Om du vill komma hit igen Om du vill röra mig igen Så måste jag vara i färg F
Regn ger mig våta drömmar ger mig röda ögon allt är asfalt smutsigt vatten allt utom jag Gå, gå förbi Jag vill stjäla dina tankar ur ditt huvud för ur dina ögon kan jag stjäla allt jag vil
I'm Queen of the hill top You're Prince number one I see the devil Alive in your eyes I beg you now, don't stop
I carry a secret message that I must give to you. It concerns suspicious blessings, Now i am sure you'll know what to do But if it should be some bad news You know you can lean on me It might explain
Way down the mountain I chased a moonbeam On the beach I built sand castles too My moonbeams faded my castles tumbled All of this was meaningless 'cause happiness is you No more chasing moonbeams or
Brukar inte visa känslor eller vattna ormbunkar, laga middagar eller panta tomburkar. Nä jag målar hellre tavlor, ska jag visa vad vackert? Det jag brinner för är penslat och skrivet på papper
Well, you're my friend and can you see, Many times we've been out drinkin', Many times we've shared our thoughts, But did you ever, ever notice, the kind of thoughts I got? Well, you know I have a lo
I tell you how I feel, but you don't care I say tell me the truth, but you don't dare You say love is a hell you cannot bear And I say gimme mine back and then go there, For all I care I got my feet
Livet är vackert, vitt på svart e grått, Grå e betongen, en fågel fångad i flykt Svart på vitt e grått. Fri som fågeln fångad, som fånge Sånger om dryck, & plitars förtryck Sånger
This is how it works You're young until you're not You love until you don't You try until you can't You laugh until you cry You cry until you laugh And everyone must breathe Until their dying breath