svart, vitt och allt däremellan.
Den här staden är död, låt oss måla den röd.
Låt oss måla den blå, det får bli vad det blir.
På en öde perrong står en kub i betong.
Ingen ser vad det står, men den sägs vara fin.
Vi blir trampade men fortsätter gå.
Ingen vet vad det är men vi bär på våra ärr.
Den här städen är död, låt oss måla den röd.
Låt oss måla den blå. Vi är bättre en grå.
falskt och fel.
It's a god-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling "No"
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
Now she walks
through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view
And she's hooked to the silver screen
But the film is a saddening bore
For she's lived it
ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on
To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling "No"
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
Now she walks
through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view
And she's hooked to the silver screen
But the film is a saddening bore
For she's lived it
ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on
Det kommer komma hinder i livet och jag ska hjälpa dig att komma över dom.
Jag älskar dig,Elin. Allt kommer bli bra. Ge det tid. Under denna tid kommer jag stå vid din sida. ♥
Maybe no one told you there is strength in your tears And so you fight to keep from pouring out But what if you unlock the gate that keeps your secret soul Do you think that there's enough that you would drown?
If you find your fists are raw and red from beating yourself down If your legs have given out under the weight If you find you've been settling for a world of gray So you wouldn't have to face down your own hate.
