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Nej, det är inte riktigt blod.
Föreställ dig att personen du älskar mest i hela världen bor 40 mil - 6 timmar och tusen spänn - bort. Föreställ dig att ni har levt så i nästan tre år. Föreställ dig att du nyligen börjat inse att det antagligen lär bli så i två år till.
Det är så svårt att acceptera så jag får lust att gå sönder.
Misled, to my own execution - I'm feeling the burning penalty rush through my veins. In my head I hear screaming, the echoing of yesterday. By every step I take, I feel my life slowly slipping away - even though I'm not ready to let go.
Shadows of lost moments walk beside me. They've been haunting me ever since I deprived him of his liberty. I can feel his presence, I can see him talking - but I can't catch his words. His voice fades away in the pounding sound of my own heartbeat. It wants out, it wants to break free.
Blind leads blind, searching for a destination - don't know where we're heading. I want to speak, but my only achievement is silence. I wish I had the courage to beg for more. I just wish for one more day. One more time.
And as I walk down endless corridors, I want to run. But all my incurability grabs me and its weight holds me down. I know my only chance to be set free is to fight;
with regression as my only weapon.
Föreställ dig att personen du älskar mest i hela världen bor 40 mil - 6 timmar och tusen spänn - bort. Föreställ dig att ni har levt så i nästan tre år. Föreställ dig att du nyligen börjat inse att det antagligen lär bli så i två år till.
Det är så svårt att acceptera så jag får lust att gå sönder.
Misled, to my own execution - I'm feeling the burning penalty rush through my veins. In my head I hear screaming, the echoing of yesterday. By every step I take, I feel my life slowly slipping away - even though I'm not ready to let go.
Shadows of lost moments walk beside me. They've been haunting me ever since I deprived him of his liberty. I can feel his presence, I can see him talking - but I can't catch his words. His voice fades away in the pounding sound of my own heartbeat. It wants out, it wants to break free.
Blind leads blind, searching for a destination - don't know where we're heading. I want to speak, but my only achievement is silence. I wish I had the courage to beg for more. I just wish for one more day. One more time.
And as I walk down endless corridors, I want to run. But all my incurability grabs me and its weight holds me down. I know my only chance to be set free is to fight;
with regression as my only weapon.
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Tack för övrigt! =)
Och vad gäller texten, så borde du bli författare, poet eller låtskrivare.
Jag älskar dig.
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