Jag trodde jag älskade dig..

Even when I burn them, the memories wisphers your words in my ear.
Telling me all your lies, your fake personality.
You can hug me, kiss me, love me but not make me hug you, kiss you, love you.
You can hit me, hurt me, drag me in the mudd but don't expect me to always be there.

I draged you out from the darkness, helped you to get on your fet and fell myself.
Insted of helping me you ran away to another person and made her love you. I stod slowly up and said: Fine, I forgive you! You said that I ment more then her, that she ws just a girl.

I've been messed up, I've been falling, I've been way down.
But I was there with great damed class!

I think it was my mission to help you altho I got hurt.

(skit i min dåliga engelska!)