söndag, juni 14

(U) (W)

A gril brooken down into pieces,
walk right into the same trap once again,
let herself be let down.
People stamping on her toes,
she's just lettin' it happen,
don't have enough with courage to say stop.
Holdin' on to all this shit from past,
takin' it with her in the feature,
makin' her fall into tears from now and then.
She gotta let eveything go,
everything old,
everything that isn't her.
A girl feelin so lonely...



Allt bara går käpprätt och jag orkar inte med!

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