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Jag tror jag blir galen igen och det är ditt fel.
the TV (gammal text)
A thought, swivels around my chest
Imagined, touching, stifling
Disappeared, were missed and born again
Reflected
A tv, smashed into bits
By hungry hands
Broken
A broken tv
Like a broken mind
And a broken thought
Banged my head into thick walls, screamed,
Trashed my paintings
Trashed my life
Destroyed everything that ever mattered
A destroyer
That is what I am
A trasher
A fucker
Rain pouring down
Over the fragments of my trashed mind
Remorse
The remorse, corroding my brain
like acid
The hatred, blackening my heart
The passion, burning in my shivering body
The longing, feasting on my sanity
My smile is as fake as the tears streaming down your pretty face
Memories, yes memories
Stabs you in the back
You loath them
Yet you cling on to them
The thoughts, the tv, the remorse, the memories
Neither of them matters anymore.
the TV (gammal text)
A thought, swivels around my chest
Imagined, touching, stifling
Disappeared, were missed and born again
Reflected
A tv, smashed into bits
By hungry hands
Broken
A broken tv
Like a broken mind
And a broken thought
Banged my head into thick walls, screamed,
Trashed my paintings
Trashed my life
Destroyed everything that ever mattered
A destroyer
That is what I am
A trasher
A fucker
Rain pouring down
Over the fragments of my trashed mind
Remorse
The remorse, corroding my brain
like acid
The hatred, blackening my heart
The passion, burning in my shivering body
The longing, feasting on my sanity
My smile is as fake as the tears streaming down your pretty face
Memories, yes memories
Stabs you in the back
You loath them
Yet you cling on to them
The thoughts, the tv, the remorse, the memories
Neither of them matters anymore.
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