You say you stand by your man
Tell me somethin' I don't understand
You said you love me and that's a fact
And then you left me, said you felt trapped
Well, some things you can explain away
But the heartache's in me till this day
Did you stand by me, no, not at all
Did you stand by me, no way
All the times when we were close
I'll remember these things the most
I see all my dreams come tumblin' down
I can't be happy without you around
So alone, I keep the wolves at bay
And there's only one thing I can say
Did you stand by me, no, not at all
Did you stand by me, no way
You must explain why this must be
Did you lie when you spoke to me?
Did you stand by me, no, not at all
Now I got a job but it don't pay
I need new clothes, I need somewhere to stay
But without all of these things I can do
But without your love, I won't make it through
But you don't understand my point of view
I suppose there's nothin' I can do
Did you stand by me, no, not at all
Did you stand by me, no way
Did you stand by me, no, not at all
Did you stand by me, no way
You must explain why this must be
Did you lie when you spoke to me?
Did you stand by me?
Did you stand by me, no, not at all
Did you stand by me, no way
Did you stand by me, no, not at all
Did you stand by me, no way
August 20, 2009
June 09, 2009
Pretending I’m pretending that everything’s ok So many masks I’m wearing my own face

You’re gonna die, you’re gonna die, you’re gonna die alone
You’re gonna die, you’re gonna die, you’re gonna die alone
All alone.
When you can’t sleep at night and there’s no one to hold you
Remember I’m going through the same
You’ve got to laugh into the dark
We’re all one in a million
April 18, 2009
April 16, 2009
Att göra av med sig själv
Skitliv.
Samma, samma med olika känslor på olika platser med olika människor, men samma samma.
Alltid samma, samma.
Jag talar inifrån isoleringen. Som om tiden inte vore stekt. Inte vore denna kokta stek, av alla dem som söndersmulats och på tröskeln åter gått ombord i sina liksvepningar.
Din död är ett arbete. Din skräck är din. Det ligger ett huvud i skogen och andas.
Syr kanter. Syr korsstygn inuti mig.
Att börja om, igen och igen och igen. Ingenting kan återställa min tilltro.
Jag minns dina händer.
Samma, samma med olika känslor på olika platser med olika människor, men samma samma.
Alltid samma, samma.
Jag talar inifrån isoleringen. Som om tiden inte vore stekt. Inte vore denna kokta stek, av alla dem som söndersmulats och på tröskeln åter gått ombord i sina liksvepningar.
Din död är ett arbete. Din skräck är din. Det ligger ett huvud i skogen och andas.
Syr kanter. Syr korsstygn inuti mig.
Att börja om, igen och igen och igen. Ingenting kan återställa min tilltro.
Jag minns dina händer.
January 29, 2009
I could tell you a story that could make you cry, what about you?
My blood is working but my, my heart is
dead, dead
i'm tired of living, shebe, so gimme
dead, dead
Oh bury me
Far away please
Bury me
Ha-ha Ha-ha
The joke has come upon me
Har tappat ordern, har tappat allt
I have ideas and images but I don't know exactly what they mean
dead, dead
i'm tired of living, shebe, so gimme
dead, dead
Oh bury me
Far away please
Bury me
Ha-ha Ha-ha
The joke has come upon me
Har tappat ordern, har tappat allt
I have ideas and images but I don't know exactly what they mean
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