På burkigt humör

Jag känner mig sammanpressad. Ja, så känns det. Som om jag är en sill i en sillburk. Ushamej. Känner mig bara mer och mer hopplös.

I can't sit here one more night
Without going insane
Watching TV all the time
Trying to distract my brain
But it's clearily not working
'cause I'm saying these words
That I wish weren't true

Why is it that I should sit here waiting 'round for you
When you're clearly not sitting 'round waiting for me
Why is it that I should sit alone when you're with your friends?
Why won't you hear me just this once?

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