2 veckor, 3 dagar.
Klockan tickar..
Musik spelas.
Jag är ingenting, ingenting alls.
Allt som händer är tankar som snurrar.
Som snurrar snabbare och snabbare..
Musik spelas.
Jag är ingenting, ingenting alls.
Allt som händer är tankar som snurrar.
Som snurrar snabbare och snabbare..
Let me take some of the punches.
I feel empty all the time
A vast forgotten memory of myself
When was I happy, when was I whole?
I stop and ask myself
as I stare into the mirror to see a reflection of nothing
I carry a burden
Bad memories hidden deep within
All the scars, all the bruises, all the punches
I can't force it out
It just wears me out
A vast forgotten memory of myself
When was I happy, when was I whole?
I stop and ask myself
as I stare into the mirror to see a reflection of nothing
I carry a burden
Bad memories hidden deep within
All the scars, all the bruises, all the punches
I can't force it out
It just wears me out
jo..ja
ja, jag lever. bara trött.
