September 2007
den ritade jag i ians ära, efter som han tog sån tid på sig...
jag satt på grönan, på en flottig och högljud resturang, i en och en halv timme... och vän
I am no Cinderella, waiting for my prince.
I am no angle, fallen without wings.
What I am and what I do, is not up to you.
Mellow days,
Lined up for stage
Lights that turns off and on
Just a flash for the eye
Every year
Every day
For the rest of your life.
... there will be time for explanations.
there will be time for feelings.
But your time is not now.
Not Now.
Try to focus, you immature beeing,
make sure you stay on top, if you thinks freash ai