December 2008
Who's gonna make my decisions if I can't make them on my own? Who the hell is gonna believe me, if I dont believe in myself? Who's gonna be there forever, if it aint gonna be him? Oh you
I wanna go to bed with arms around me But wake up on my own Pretend that I'm still sleeping til' you go home Oh I can't look at you this morning I should probably have a sign that says "Leave right n
JAG SPRINGER FÖRBI SLÅR PÅ BILAR VÄCKER LARM JAG ÄR POJKEN SOM SKÖT RAKETEN I SIN EGEN HAND DET FINNS INGEN SOM KAN LAGA EN TRASIG HAND JAG HATAR DIG
Here's the day you hoped would never come Don't feed me violins, just run with me through roads of speeding cars The papercuts, the cheating lovers, the coffee's never strong enough I know you think i
The grey ceiling on the earth well it's lasted for a while Take my thoughts for what they're worth I've been acting like a child in your opinion, and what is that? It's just a different point of view
A brain that never stops ticking, sometimes an on-off switch would sure come in handy. A mind that's constantly cutting up and dissecting, looking for answers, committing murders along the way. Pleas
När dina händer rör mig kan jag förstå att de spärrade in dig Mina händer är stilla, det är du som stryker dig mot dom Jag har inte rört mig, det va
Jag saknar ord, jag saknar tankar Dom jag har är gamla användna på mörka platser, som jag hellre glömmer än har kvar Nåt slags rekord är satt i att fly s&arin