Snörvlar.
Jag gråter inte.
I'm done.
Kraftigt förkylning.
Det stör mig.
Det är alltid något.
Du stör mig.
Det finns så mycket jag vill säga och göra.
Så kommer det alltid att vara.
Men nu är det slut med tidsödslande.
Jag ger 110 om du ger 110.
Ger du 50 ger jag 50.
Alltså, ger du noll ger jag noll.
Adjö!

It's a good thing tears never show in the pouring rain,
as if a good thing ever could make up for all the pain.
There'll be no last chance to promise to never mess it up again,
just the sweet pain of watching your back as you walk, as I'm watching you walk away.
And now you're gone there's like an echo in my head.
And I remember every word you said.

It's a cruel thing you'll never know all the ways I tried.
It's a hard thing faking a smile when I feel like I'm falling apart inside.
And now you're gone there's like an echo in my head.
And I remember every word you said.

For the first time there is no mercy in your eyes.
And the cold wind is hitting my face and you're gone and you're walking away.
And now I'm helpless sometimes wishing's just no good,
'cause you don't see me like I wish you would.