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Börjat skriva dikter, låttexter och liknande om känslor o tankar. Inte sovit en blund knappt i natt.
I wake up, lonely no one there to reach out for
I wake up, the world is still playing a game with me
The only thing that make me breath is you
The night we shared, over and over in my head
The things we did over and over again in my brain
How can I stop my self from falling?
This to real for me
I Can not take it anymore
bound me there with you.
How could that be?
That everything I think of is you
How could that be?
Everything so perfect just to far away
How could that be?
How could that be?
Go to sleep in the night your not there to hold
Go to sleep with a soul so restless
I'm not gonna make it without ya
I'm not gonna make it to weak to go on by my self
Just thoughts about how I want everything to be
How can I stop my sell from falling?
This to real for me
I Can not take it anymore
bound me there with you.
How could that be?
That everything I think of is you
How could that be?
Everything so perfect just to far away
How could that be?
How could that be?
Börjat skriva dikter, låttexter och liknande om känslor o tankar. Inte sovit en blund knappt i natt.
I wake up, lonely no one there to reach out for
I wake up, the world is still playing a game with me
The only thing that make me breath is you
The night we shared, over and over in my head
The things we did over and over again in my brain
How can I stop my self from falling?
This to real for me
I Can not take it anymore
bound me there with you.
How could that be?
That everything I think of is you
How could that be?
Everything so perfect just to far away
How could that be?
How could that be?
Go to sleep in the night your not there to hold
Go to sleep with a soul so restless
I'm not gonna make it without ya
I'm not gonna make it to weak to go on by my self
Just thoughts about how I want everything to be
How can I stop my sell from falling?
This to real for me
I Can not take it anymore
bound me there with you.
How could that be?
That everything I think of is you
How could that be?
Everything so perfect just to far away
How could that be?
How could that be?
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