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Jag försvagar dig, för det gör mig stark
Du är bra för mig, därför förstör jag allt
Jag har sönder dig, när du gör mig hel
Har alltid rätt, även när det är jag som har fel

come to your senses
you suffer defenseless
train yourself, bear your lot
stop breaking your own heart

en tredjedel av den jag var går hem, för en är krossad, en är din

Jag är den schyssta killen. Ja, ni vet den där promillen
av oss män som faktiskt inte bara glor på dina bröst.
Som gillar konst och pelargoner, aldrig vinner diskussioner
enbart för jag nyttjar styrkan i min röst.
Som kan ge råd och stöd och tröst.
Jag är förstående och mjuk. Jag kokar thé när du är sjuk
och när din kille har gjort slut är det hos mig du gråter ut.
Och jag tar hand om dig med kex och ost och vin.
Och håller om dig när du snyftar tyst att alla män är svin


Kanske......?

I'm good to go,
And I'm going nowhere fast.
It could be worse.
I could be taking you there with me.
I'm good to go,
But it looks like I'm still on my own.

I'm good to go,
For something golden.
Though the motions I've been going through have failed.
And I'm coasting on potential towards the wall,
At a 100 miles an hour.

When I say,
Two more weeks,
My foot is in the door. (Yeah.)
I can't sleep,
In the wake of Saturday. (Saturday.)
Saturday,
When these open doors were open-ended.
Saturday,
When these open doors were open-ended.

Pete and I attacked,
The lost Astoria,
With promise and precision,
And a mess of youthful innocence.
And I read about the afterlife,
But I never really lived more than an hour. (More than an hour.)

When I say,
Two more weeks,
My foot is in the door. (Yeah.)
I can't sleep,
In the wake of Saturday. (Saturday.)
Saturday,
When these open doors were open-ended.
Saturday,
When these open doors were open-ended.

And I read about the afterlife, (I read...)
But I never really lived. (But I never really lived.)
And I read about the afterlife, (I read...)
But I never really lived. (But I never really lived.)

Two more weeks,
My foot is in the door. (Door.)
Me and Pete,
In the wake of Saturday.
Saturday,
When these open doors were open-ended.
Saturday,
When these open doors were open-ended.
Sat-ur-day.
Sat-ur-day.

http://open.spotify.com/track/1hvOsmlds0I03vtpZA902E <3

Lying in my bed, I hear the clock ticks, and think of you
Caught up in circles, confusion is nothing new
Flash back, warm night, almost left behind
Suitcase of memories...
Time after

Sometime you pictured me, I'm walking too far ahead
You're callin' to me, I can't hear what you've said
You said, "Go slow, I fall behind"
The second hand unwinds...

If you're lost, you can look and you will find me,
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you, I'll be waiting,
Time after time

I turn, my picture fades, and darkness has turned to grey
Watching through windows, you're wondering if I'm okay
Secrets, stolen, from deep inside,
The drum beats out of time...

If you're lost, you can look and you will find me,
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you, I'll be waiting,
Time after time

If you're lost, you can look and you will find me,
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you, I will be waiting,
Time after time

Time after time...

Glass Skin - Dir en Grey

You know though, nothin' come easy
You gotta try real, real hard
I tried hard but I guess I gotta try harder...

I try so hard, can't seem to get away from misery
Man I try so hard, but always be a victim of these streets
It ain't my fault cause I, try to get away but trouble follows me
And still I try so hard, hopin one day they'll come and rescue me

But until then, I'll be posted up right here rain, sleet, hail, snow..

Raubtier - Mordbrandsrök

Jag ser dom långsamt brinna inne
Jag njuter med ett elakt flin
Jag hör på vrål och skrik
Det är för mig blott ljuv musik
Febersjuk av brandhypnos
Genomgår jag metamorfos

Hör flamma, hör min ed
Jag håller lågan vred
Se både Gud och Fan
En nyfödd pyroman

Nothing comes that easy
And nothing comes for free
Something comes from nothing
If you're willing to believe

'Cause everything has meaning
Everything we see
Are you willing to give up everything?

Pillar - Everything

All the crazy shit i did tonight.
Those will be the best memories.
I just wanna let it go for the night.
That would be the best therapy for me.

Asking Alexandriga - If you can't ride two horses at once you should get out of the circus
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Get the fuck out - Skid Row

I've felt the hate rise up in me
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves
I wander out where you can't see
Inside my shell, I wait and bleed

I've felt the hate rise up in me
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves
I wander out where you can't see
Inside my shell, I wait and bleed

Goodbye

I wipe it off on a tile, the light is brighter this time
Everything is turning blasphemy
My eyes are red and gold, the hair is standing straight up
This is not the way I picture me

I can't control my shakes, how the hell did I get here?
Something about this, so very wrong
I have to laugh out loud, I wish I didn't like this
Is it a dream or a memory?

I've felt the hate rise up in me
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves
I wander out where you can't see
Inside my shell, I wait and bleed

Get outta my head 'cause I don't need this
Why didn't I see this?
Well, I'm a victim Manchurian candidate
I have sinned by just makin' my mind up
And takin' your breath away

I've felt the hate rise up in me
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves
I wander out where you can't see
Inside my shell, I wait and bleed

I've felt the hate rise up in me
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves
I wander out where you can't see
Inside my shell, I wait and bleed

Goodbye

You haven't learned a thing
I haven't changed a thing
The flesh was in my bones
The pain was always free

You haven't learned a thing
I haven't changed a thing
The flesh was in my bones
The pain was always free

I've felt the hate rise up in me
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves
I wander out where you can't see
Inside my shell I wait and bleed

I've felt the hate rise up in me
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves
I wander out where you can't see
Inside my shell, I wait and bleed

And it waits for you