Ja ser mig i spegeln, det är en dålig dag
Är det honom jag känner? Är det han som är jag?

How I wish I could surrender my soul;
Shed the clothes that become my skin;
See the liar that burns within my needing.
How I wish I'd chosen darkness from cold.
How I wish I had screamed out loud,
Instead I've found no meaning.

I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,
All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.
I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.
It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.

How I wish I could walk through the doors of my mind;
Hold memory close at hand,
Help me understand the years.
How I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell.
How I wish I would save my soul.
I'm so cold from fear.
... att skriva lite blogg igen. Kanske kan man dränera lite tankar, vad vet jag. Vi får väl se.
 
Sega dagar just nu. Livet är så jävla orättvist helt enkelt.