söndag 25 juli 2010
är så trött på ja... Folk! Jag hatar sånt här, att bli besviken...
det var inte som jag trodde! bubblan sprack! Vem fan pickade hål på den?!?!?!
Jaha, nu är det som det är, men vad gör jag åt det?
Tell me where am I supposed to go? And who am I supposed to believe.
If only you knew what I knew. Then you could see just what I see.
So I grab my bags and go, as far away as I can go. Cause everything ain't what I used to know.
And I try to hide, but I just can't hide no more. There's nothing worse than feeling like a ghost.
You say I look fine, if only you knew what's on my mind. You'd see a whole different sign, I couldn't show you even if I tried. I must have got lost in time when I found out I was only free to be, where ever I want to be.
Some say I'm out of sight, how I run and that we're all so blind. If you could open up your eyes, you could see what I couldn't describe. And then, you'd see the signs, and then your soul would be set free, and then you'd be released.
And I'm terrified, like I've seen a UFO. Cause everything ain't what I used to know. And I try to hide, but I just can't hide no more. There's nothing worse than feeling like a ghost.
(And I'm so tired of hiding, I've been running, I've been trying, to get away, to get away)
Livet är ju fan inte lätt att leva, sjukt tråkigt om man visste precis vad som händer hela tiden, men sånt här är inte kul!
Lögner är inte välkommet här! poff!