2012 04 12

How can something so beautiful and innocent
Turn to so much pain and grief
All the rainbows colors was coloring our worlds
Now the nights black is coloring my world instead
It was supposed to be, easy
It was supposed to be, funny
It was supposed to be, lovely
Friendship and all its love was meant to exist forever
But the walls we had built up, have been torn down, destroyed, demolished
How could things turn this way?
What did we so wrong, when we were so good?
Ibland snurrar det lite för mycket i huvudet. Allt som ska göras, man ska hålla reda på, känslor man måste ignorera, fokusera när man inte vill något hellre än att lägga sig ner på marken och aldrig resa sig igen. Var ifrån får man drivkraften som på något sätt ser till att man sätter den ena foten framför den andra?
Jag vill ha inspiration, jag vill springa runt med en kamera i handen varje dag och ta fantastiska bilder. Men jag kan inte. Så favim.com lånar jag bilder av, där finns det människor som kan och lyckas.
How can something so beautiful and innocent
Turn to so much pain and grief

All the rainbows colors was coloring our worlds
Now the nights black is coloring my world instead

It was supposed to be, easy
It was supposed to be, funny
It was supposed to be, lovely

Friendship and all its love was meant to exist forever
But the walls we had built up, have been torn down, destroyed, demolished

How could things turn this way?
What did we so wrong, when we were so good?

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