Jag vill hem till mamma nu och käka lussebullar

When it all starts to fall, it always makes me wondering

How far down can it fall before I'm ready to stop stumbling

The rising part will take more time, for sure, but at least no fall further down

And even if I don't make it ashore, at least want to be sure that I won't drown


The more I take, the less I feel and that's when I start to worry

Whether good or bad - better to feel than not at all and without any need to hurry

Feelings may come and go, but they're always worth my every emotion

And usually they tend to grow and in time they seem to overfill my ocean


But lately it's been hard to feel, and hard to move and hard to know

The more I see the more it seems clear that I don't wanna be a part of the show

And I start to doubt myself and everybody else, I get weak and insecure

Feel ashamed of my ways, since I like it when I'm strong and oh so sure


But how can I always play my cards right and get along with no regrets

When I don't even know what I need or want and my head's a fully mess

Know it in time will come along, and I will rise up and stop feeling this low

But if you know now that you know how, please wake me up before you go


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Postat av: Stina

Jag äter lussebullar på shell, med mandelmassa o nåt russin i. jag tycker du ska komma hit o fika med mig!

2008-12-03 @ 08:28:48
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