January 2011
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut And my weakness is that I care too much My scars remind me that the past is real I tear my heart open just to feel
Varför då, varför sa jag det så? Minnen kommer tillbaks, men fragmenten är små Känner mig blå, kryper ner under täcker Fan vad jag snackade, fan vad jag läckte. Alla känslor jag gått o bur
I was thinkin about him, thinkin about me Thinkin about us, what we gonna be? Open my eyes, yeah; it was only just a dream So I travel back, down that road Will he come back? No one knows I realize, y