October 2007
I know you can't tell me
So I'm left to pick up
The hints, the little symbols of your devotion
And I feel your fists
And I know it's out of love
And I feel the whip
And I know it's ou
You are my sister, we were born
So innocent, so full of need
There were times we were friends but times I was so cruel
Each night I'd ask for you to watch me as I sleep
I was so afraid of the
"jag tackar livet
eller gud om ni så vill
att jag denne man fått höra till."
mer ensam än någonsin.
allt kändes lättare efter begravningen..
men nyss slog
hihi jensi boyyy wiiiiee är go
saknar kameran jaaa.
saknar inte håret.
provar lite sån fin text
för det blir ju fint...och så.