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April 2011
We had our knives drawn. They were as sharp as we were in love. How the fuck are we supposed to know when Im a monster, the way you refuse to die? Sometimes hate is not enough to turn this all to ash
You think you know me, you don't know shit I've seen the world through your eyes and it makes me sick I question all of your answers, they're fucking lies
I want to tie you up against the wall Bite and spank you all over your body Make you feel depressed and insecure This is gonna be delightful
Tänk på mig, så får du ett leende som är obeskrivligt =D What a day for a daydream What a day for a daydreamin' boy And I'm lost in a daydream Dreamin' 'bout my bundle of joy
and she said Momma, it's a hard life now you're gone Momma, it's so hard to carry on and I feel I'm a fool who lost it all you used to make it all so very clear that life must go on though the end is
Du tror du vet hur allt ska vara Du vet när allting passar sig Utom när jag ska förklara hur jag känner mig Du bryr dig inte om mig mera Och det har tagit mig så hårt Du kan väl inte acceptera
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