And I'm trading in my sympathy for sanity.
Det är måndag och denna vecka kommer bjuda på lite extra mycket faktiskt. Först och främst har jag en jäääävla massa teori att plugga. "Kom hjälp mig dö"-mycket actually. Dessutom är det jobb som gäller både tisdag och torsdag. Sen på fredag är det dags för Midsommar. Jag har siktat in mig på Tunnans fest, det verkar vara riktigt nice peeps och dessutom är det himla bra att ha nära hem när planet mot Magaluf lyfter morgonen därpå. Yäsbåx, då drar vi åtta brudar på lördag med andra ord. Stressen börjar bannemig komma nu, det kommer dock bli riktigt skönt med lite semester och framförallt värme. Mums! Efter resan blir det en sommar i Sverige och Malmö. Det är dags att leta boende på allvar nu, jag måste lämna nästet once again känner jag. Sen blir det antagligen en Londonresa i höst, det var min studentpresent av pappa, en resa som belöning för mitt slit typ. Nu börjar klockan bli alldeles för mycket. Idag ska jag plugga teori ju och ha lilla uppkörningen. Därefter blir det ännu mer teori som gäller. Som sagt, kom hjälp mig dö!
SMACK!
SMACK!
I've hardly been outside my room in days,
'cause I don't feel that I deserve the sunshine's rays.
The darkness helped until the whiskey wore away
and it was then I realized the conscience never fades.
When you're young you have this image of your life,
that you'll be scrupulous and one day even make a wife.
And you make boundaries you'd never dream to cross
and if you happen to you wake completely lost.
But I will fight for you,
be sure that I will fight until we're the special two once again.
And we will only need each other, we'll bleed together,
our hands will not be taught to hold anothers,
when we're the special two.
And we could only see each other, we'll bleed together,
these arms will not be taught to need another,
when we're the special two.
I remember someone old once said to me;
"That lies will lock you up with truth the only key."
But I was comfortable and warm inside my shell
and couldn't see this place would soon become my hell.
So is it better to tell and hurt or lie to save their face?
Well I guess the answer is don't do it in the first place.
I know I'm not deserving of your trust from you right now,
but if by chance you change your mind you know I will not let you down,
'cause we were the special two, and we'll be again.
And we will only need each other, we'll breathe together,
our hands will not be taught to hold anothers,
when we're the special two.
And we can only see each other, we'll breathe together,
these arms will not be taught to need another,
when we're the special two.
I step outside my mind's eyes for a minute
and I look over me like a doctor looking for disease,
or something that could ease the pain.
But nothing cures the hurt you, you bring on by yourself,
just remembering, just remembering how we were...
When we would only need each other, we'd breathe together,
our hands would not be taught to hold anothers,
we were the special two.
And we could only see each other, we'd bleed together,
these arms will not be taught to need anothers,
'cause we're the special two.
'cause I don't feel that I deserve the sunshine's rays.
The darkness helped until the whiskey wore away
and it was then I realized the conscience never fades.
When you're young you have this image of your life,
that you'll be scrupulous and one day even make a wife.
And you make boundaries you'd never dream to cross
and if you happen to you wake completely lost.
But I will fight for you,
be sure that I will fight until we're the special two once again.
And we will only need each other, we'll bleed together,
our hands will not be taught to hold anothers,
when we're the special two.
And we could only see each other, we'll bleed together,
these arms will not be taught to need another,
when we're the special two.
I remember someone old once said to me;
"That lies will lock you up with truth the only key."
But I was comfortable and warm inside my shell
and couldn't see this place would soon become my hell.
So is it better to tell and hurt or lie to save their face?
Well I guess the answer is don't do it in the first place.
I know I'm not deserving of your trust from you right now,
but if by chance you change your mind you know I will not let you down,
'cause we were the special two, and we'll be again.
And we will only need each other, we'll breathe together,
our hands will not be taught to hold anothers,
when we're the special two.
And we can only see each other, we'll breathe together,
these arms will not be taught to need another,
when we're the special two.
I step outside my mind's eyes for a minute
and I look over me like a doctor looking for disease,
or something that could ease the pain.
But nothing cures the hurt you, you bring on by yourself,
just remembering, just remembering how we were...
When we would only need each other, we'd breathe together,
our hands would not be taught to hold anothers,
we were the special two.
And we could only see each other, we'd bleed together,
these arms will not be taught to need anothers,
'cause we're the special two.
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Postat av: Jennie
Du kommer fixa detta gumman! Jag tror på dig. You fix it! Älskar dig sis <3
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