"... years later."
I may not have been perfect,
nor was I the best,
but did you have to hurt
me so thorougly that you are all I think about,
even know,
years later.
nor was I the best,
but did you have to hurt
me so thorougly that you are all I think about,
even know,
years later.
"... struggle."
Was is the meaning of being,
if all you have to do is struggle
to feel the want to be alive?
if all you have to do is struggle
to feel the want to be alive?
"... my reason for living."
You brought me light,
when nothing else
but darkness was there.
You gave me laughter,
when all I had been
was a crying mess.
You brought me warmth,
when all I had felt
was the cold embrace of
Death.
So many memories we
have shared,
so many tears we have
shed,
but I always knew that
I had someone to lean
on.
Until you disappeared.
Why?
Why did you leave,
when we were so happy
together?
What made you write that
note and jump?
Was I such a disappointment
to you,
that you could not bare the
thought of spending another
second with me?
Or had you always been broken,
more so than me?
You could've told me anything,
I promised you that I would
listen.
But you never said a word,
never showed your pain.
And I will always have you
in my thoughts,
regretting that I never pushed
you to tell me your
most inner thoughts.
But you were such a good actor,
and I could not have known.
Why did you have to be a good
liar?
Why couldn't you have been in
less control of your emotions,
and not always held the perfect
facade?
Why wouldn't you let me help?
when nothing else
but darkness was there.
You gave me laughter,
when all I had been
was a crying mess.
You brought me warmth,
when all I had felt
was the cold embrace of
Death.
So many memories we
have shared,
so many tears we have
shed,
but I always knew that
I had someone to lean
on.
Until you disappeared.
Why?
Why did you leave,
when we were so happy
together?
What made you write that
note and jump?
Was I such a disappointment
to you,
that you could not bare the
thought of spending another
second with me?
Or had you always been broken,
more so than me?
You could've told me anything,
I promised you that I would
listen.
But you never said a word,
never showed your pain.
And I will always have you
in my thoughts,
regretting that I never pushed
you to tell me your
most inner thoughts.
But you were such a good actor,
and I could not have known.
Why did you have to be a good
liar?
Why couldn't you have been in
less control of your emotions,
and not always held the perfect
facade?
Why wouldn't you let me help?
"... just a little bit longer."
I want to be in your arms,
not forever because I know,
that is too much to ask.
But for just a little bit longer,
I would like to hold you,
embrace you and feel your
warmth.
Hold you tight as I take in
your smell,
that brings me so many
happy memories and tears.
The agony I feel,
whenever you are far away,
the rush I feel whenever
I am near,
is it too much to ask,
if only I can savour it
for just a little bit longer?
not forever because I know,
that is too much to ask.
But for just a little bit longer,
I would like to hold you,
embrace you and feel your
warmth.
Hold you tight as I take in
your smell,
that brings me so many
happy memories and tears.
The agony I feel,
whenever you are far away,
the rush I feel whenever
I am near,
is it too much to ask,
if only I can savour it
for just a little bit longer?
"... was I the one?"
People say that you lied,
that I was never the one at fault.
But I cannot make myself believe them,
and every day I wonder,
was it really me?
that I was never the one at fault.
But I cannot make myself believe them,
and every day I wonder,
was it really me?
"... the one to push you."
If it were not for my selfish demands,
you might've still been with me,
and I would never have lost you,
or maybe I could've been good enough
to let you go before I hurt you,
and pushed you down when
I knew you were hurting?
I am at fault for making you this way,
and I can never be sorry enough.
you might've still been with me,
and I would never have lost you,
or maybe I could've been good enough
to let you go before I hurt you,
and pushed you down when
I knew you were hurting?
I am at fault for making you this way,
and I can never be sorry enough.
"... option."
What other alternative do I have?
"... if you ask me."
I would tell you everything,
if you would ask me,
every secret, every thought
that I have.
Even if it would hurt both
you and me,
I would tell,
even through the agony
and the tears
I would keep talking.
if you would ask me,
every secret, every thought
that I have.
Even if it would hurt both
you and me,
I would tell,
even through the agony
and the tears
I would keep talking.
"... don't tell me lies."
There were the lies,
that people told
to make me feel
better about myself.
Did you never wonder
that they might've
made me feel worse,
knowing that you
did not mean a word?
that people told
to make me feel
better about myself.
Did you never wonder
that they might've
made me feel worse,
knowing that you
did not mean a word?
"... they are my life."
And I no longer meant something
to anyone.
No longer did they need me,
nor did they want me,
so I asked myself,
what do I life for?
My answer was simple,
"Them".
to anyone.
No longer did they need me,
nor did they want me,
so I asked myself,
what do I life for?
My answer was simple,
"Them".
"... ending when it's appropriate."
For suddenly I could not take it anymore,
and decided to end it all.
Living as a selfish girl, I died as one too.
Knowing that there would be no life
for me to stay in,
I decided to take it away before
everything would fall apart again.
and decided to end it all.
Living as a selfish girl, I died as one too.
Knowing that there would be no life
for me to stay in,
I decided to take it away before
everything would fall apart again.
"... no tomorrow."
And then I cry, because I know there won't be a tomorrow for you and I.
"... wipe 'em away."
I was hoping that your
tears would turn cold
and dry away,
not keep running
warm
when I can no longer
be there to wipe them
from your pretty face.
I thought you would be
better of without me.
tears would turn cold
and dry away,
not keep running
warm
when I can no longer
be there to wipe them
from your pretty face.
I thought you would be
better of without me.
"... hope to be better."
Have you ever felt like
you do not recognize
yourself and who you've
become?
Like the person staring
back at you in the mirror
isn't you?
As if you'd want nothing
else but to change
who you are and be better?
you do not recognize
yourself and who you've
become?
Like the person staring
back at you in the mirror
isn't you?
As if you'd want nothing
else but to change
who you are and be better?
"... bättre än vad jag är."
De sätter för höga krav,
tror jag är bättre än
vad jag visar.
De tror att jag kommer gå
långt här i livet,
de sätter en press på mig
som jag inte vet om jag klarar.
Skulle det inte bara vara
bättre om jag fick
utvecklas i egen takt,
och inte bli tvingad att vara
duktigare än jag någonsin
kan bli?
tror jag är bättre än
vad jag visar.
De tror att jag kommer gå
långt här i livet,
de sätter en press på mig
som jag inte vet om jag klarar.
Skulle det inte bara vara
bättre om jag fick
utvecklas i egen takt,
och inte bli tvingad att vara
duktigare än jag någonsin
kan bli?
"... komplimanger man inte är värd."
Jag är ingen naturbegåvning,
hur mycket andra än säger det,
kommer jag aldrig kunna tro
på det.
För hur kan jag vara det,
när jag kämpar för att saker
ska bli rätt,
medan andra kan göra det
på första försöket?
hur mycket andra än säger det,
kommer jag aldrig kunna tro
på det.
För hur kan jag vara det,
när jag kämpar för att saker
ska bli rätt,
medan andra kan göra det
på första försöket?
"... the role that is not seen."
Most of the time,
I feel like I don't
belong.
That I am a mere
background role
in this huge show
that we call life.
So who would
care,
if I decided to leave?
I feel like I don't
belong.
That I am a mere
background role
in this huge show
that we call life.
So who would
care,
if I decided to leave?
"... leave it."
Keep walking,
look straight ahead
and never look back.
The past may come
back to hunt you,
but do not let
it be today.
look straight ahead
and never look back.
The past may come
back to hunt you,
but do not let
it be today.
"... so wrong."
And suddenly,
everything
every emotion
and every action
seemed so wrong.
When did life
become like this?
everything
every emotion
and every action
seemed so wrong.
When did life
become like this?
"... when in love."
When your heart seems to be
alight with fire,
and the ripest red apple could
not rival with your face,
when you feel that your stomach
is filled with thousands of
butterflies,
it is easy to figure out,
that you are in love.
alight with fire,
and the ripest red apple could
not rival with your face,
when you feel that your stomach
is filled with thousands of
butterflies,
it is easy to figure out,
that you are in love.
