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Och vissa dagar har man mardrömmar.


Breathless

If thoughts where something you could feel and touch
If you could grasp for that special thought

I’m so fucked up now

Stepping on a broken bridge over the river

I’m drowning, from what
Help me!
From what, from where
In a river with no end
With no beginning

I can’t breath
I can’t grasp my thoughts
I’m in the center of a typhoon

No air to breath
Feelings of happiness seems far away
Trying to grasp for the straws at brink of the river

So weak, gasping for breath
Trying to stay afloat
The river of life

Somewhere sometime the bridge broke
The river was my thoughts
The river was a tear

The typhoon was my thoughts
My thoughts was a thypoon
The straws are my future

The bridge is my old self cast aside
My tears is for what could be
The future seems far away

I’m so fucked up now




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Publicerad 2009-05-22 23:36



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