You killed what was left of the good in me.
Han satt brevid mig på bussen, och han kaste inte ens en blick på mig.
Jag kollade in i hans mörkbruna ögon medan texten till min favoritlåt spelades i mina hörlurar.
"You killed what was left of the good in me, I'm tired so let me be broken.
Look down at the mess that's in front of me, no other words need be spoken.
And I've got nobody else to blame though I tried, kept all of our past mistakes held inside.
I’ll live with regret for my whole life."
Och aldrig, har en text kännts så sann, och exakt som då.
Jag kollade in i hans mörkbruna ögon medan texten till min favoritlåt spelades i mina hörlurar.
"You killed what was left of the good in me, I'm tired so let me be broken.
Look down at the mess that's in front of me, no other words need be spoken.
And I've got nobody else to blame though I tried, kept all of our past mistakes held inside.
I’ll live with regret for my whole life."
Och aldrig, har en text kännts så sann, och exakt som då.
Kommentarer
Trackback
