arkiv

fredag 3 september 2010

when a heart breaks, it dont break even.

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing.
Just prayed to a god that I don't believe in.

Your best days will be some of my worst.
While I'm wide awake, you have no trouble sleeping.

What am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're ok?
I'm falling to pieces...

They say bad things happen for a reason.
But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding.

Now I'm tryna make sense of what little remains.

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Vad jag bryr mig om nu är att se din blick så sårad. När alla löften klingar falskt, nästa gång du lovar någon allt.