annaanusengström

min blogg är nog den tråkigaste som finns, finns ju inte en mening som är intressant.  Marie vill att jag ska börja med innebandy och pappa vill att jag ska med på alice cooper, gammal gubbe man  inte vill skrika " gaah så snygg du är" öh nej. nepp nu blir det sängen och boken och katten, mysigt a mm visst..... .. utan marie.


I can't help believing in you... the idea of beauty leaves me enslaved
say you'll stay for tonight and I promise you this will be the last

I'd push you away but you are the only thing I know
at your feet I now lay for you are the only thing I know

I stare blindly into my reflection
a piece of me lost... I am terrified that I cannot breathe without you
I am nothing in my eyes if not lost
I can't see past your eyes, without them I would die
Shackles cut my wrists as I fight the chains
None can hold me

I'd push you away but you are the only thing I know
at your feet I now lay for you are the only thing I know

in a room where I once told you everything, I am alone
once beholden to nothing and no one
how is it that I am slave to these eyes which glisten with untold secrets
that I crave so wildly to understand?
I must steel my heart to your warm gaze
I'll claw out my eyes and see you no more
its because of you I sometimes wish that I would die
sometimes I wish I would die leaving you behind
enraptured by my ignorance, I now deserve sympathy