äckliga hora
en sån dag
Blir hellre sårad utav sanningen än att leva lickligt i en lögn.
Tänkte bara berätta
att jag är kär
I carry your heart
.
Who knew
I wish I could touch you again
I wish I still could call you friend
I wish I still could call you friend
I'd give anything
playing with the light
If you chose to, would you try to understand
Minns det som igår första gången du log
som om jag snubblade pladask, på marken och bara dog
Så lite jag kan leva utan dig.
Kom hem, kändes skit, ingen telefon, besvikelse, saknad, jobbigt, trött, glass, lite gladare, saknad, ensamhet, tomhet, usch.
The times
My love is over. It's underneath.
It's inside. It's in between.
The times you doubt Me, when you can't feel.
The times that you question, 'Is this for real? '
The times you're broken.
The times that you mend.
The times that you hate Me, and the times that you bend.
Well, My love is over, it's underneath.
It's inside, it's in between.
and all these bad dreams
Påminnelse: klacka om dom skorna så jag kan börja använda dem igen!
Russian Roulette
Nej, jag vägrar vara en sån, en sån som tappar greppet.
siluette dreams
And honestly, I have been begging for answers
That you and only you can give to me
A voice crying loud
I've been crying for days now
And as I start to run, I stop to breathe
And I was nearly scared to death
Why you left in paragraphs
The words were nearly over us
You stop and turn and grab your bags
That you and only you can give to me
A voice crying loud
I've been crying for days now
And as I start to run, I stop to breathe
And I was nearly scared to death
Why you left in paragraphs
The words were nearly over us
You stop and turn and grab your bags
mayday parade <3