Monday 16 March 2009 photo 1/1
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Äckligt jävla förkyld...
I'm sick of feeding my soul
to people who'll never know
just how purposeless and empty they've grown.
Because their language confuses
like computers refuse
to understand how I'm feeling today.
I'm freezing.
And losing my way.
I don't need another map of your head.
I am freezing.
And losing my way.
I don't need another map of your head.
I saw a liquid control.
That gives life to us all.
I hit my head on it
and woke up to know.
That I was all alone.
Wearing just socks and a phone.
Someone screaming like their world might explode.
to people who'll never know
just how purposeless and empty they've grown.
Because their language confuses
like computers refuse
to understand how I'm feeling today.
I'm freezing.
And losing my way.
I don't need another map of your head.
I am freezing.
And losing my way.
I don't need another map of your head.
I saw a liquid control.
That gives life to us all.
I hit my head on it
and woke up to know.
That I was all alone.
Wearing just socks and a phone.
Someone screaming like their world might explode.
Annons