9 March 2008
Get me away from here, I'm dying. Play me a song to set me free..
Let me see you stripped down to the bones.
Ta mig till kärlek, ta mig till dans. Ge mig nåt som tar mig någonstans. För jag vill veta om vår kärlek finns.
Can't. Breathe.
Take me away from here.
I can't take the pain.
Anxiety.
Panic.
Tears.
Fears.
Music won't heal.
Kill. Me.
What I want from you
Is empty your head
They say be true,
Don't stain your bed
We do what we need to be free
And it leans on me
Like a rootless tree
What I want from us
Is empty our minds
This is how it feels to be special
I wanted to kill you the next day
I feel bad, I feel bad, I feel better
I wanted to kill you the next day
I say twice, I say thrice, I say four times
I wanted
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