November 2007
Vid världens ände,
flickan stod.
Blickade ut över kanten,
inget annat än mörker såg.
Hoppet lyser ändå i hennes bröst,
skänker henne trö
Oden i helgen!
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming, confusing
This lack of self control I fear is never ending
Controlling
I can't seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
Without a sense of confidence I’m convinced that there’s just too much pressure to take
I've felt this way before
So insecure