världens kanske vackraste låt.

 

myslåt.


Half a chance, the thanks i get.


Easy for you to say, you're heart has never been broken.


Maybe someday soon you will find the strength.




In the morning on the train
You sit and stare at the rain
Or bury yourself in your books
Don't look at no strangers
No, don't give them any looks

But you ask yourself, why you're so afraid
Why you hesitate when someone asks your name
But they'll come too close if you tell them the truth
Who's to say they want something from you

But you're just a shell of
Your former you
That stranger in the mirror
Oh, that's you
Why'd you look so blue?

And the only man you ever loved
You thought was gonna marry you
Died in a car accident when he was only 22
Then you just decided, love wasn't for you
And every year since then
Has proved it to be true

But you're just a shell of
Your former you
That stranger in the mirror
Oh, that's you
Why'd you look so blue?

Maybe tomorrow you will make a change
Maybe someday soon you will find the strength

But you're just a shell of
Your former you
That stranger in the mirror
Oh, that's you
Why'd you look so blue?


you didn't have to cut me off, make out like it never happened and that we were nothing.



Har hittat en skön artist med väldigt vackra texter. Lyssna vettja.

Linda Ström – Ingen väg ut
Linda Ström – Hjälp mig nu
Linda Ström – Hoppas
Linda Ström – I varandras armar
Linda Ström – Alltid du
Linda Ström – Natten



Put your arms around me and i'm home.



*


I can not live, I can't breathe, unless you do this with me.


I desperat jakt på en vän, kan du förnedras om igen..

Du skänker mer än nån kan ta,
för en sekund av nånting bra.

Kan någon ge vad du ska ha?
vill någon se vad du har sett?

Kan du nånsin hitta rätt?

och få tillbaka det du gett?


Are you so strong, or is all the weakness in me?


But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you - Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all..

 


I carry you home.


fint.


no one likes a sad face


Så finig låt.


Håll hårt i din goda vän, för där ute finns det gott om ormar, gå med dom som vill dig väl, även om dina fickor är tomma.




They don't even know you, all they see is scars, they don't see the angel, living in your heart.




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