Du skar mitt svala liv, mönstrat till ett krig.

Jag är så ledsen för att allt är förstört. Det kommer aldrig mer igen. Jag vill men jag borde inte.
Saknar så det gör ont ibland..

"You are no longer my business it is all up to you
Will have to find a soft heart in somebody new
When friends are calling me mad for staying this long
There is nothing I'd rather want than to prove that they are wrong

Those pills you took did not help you get no sleep
Your head is still at work but you're numb from hands to feet
Why aren't your teary eyes for anyone to be seen
I'm sorry I sound cold
I got soul of a new machine

Please don't say

Everything that is not true
Every street with no name reminds me of you
You are the last I should call
From a booth in Tokyo"

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