.... i hate this part right here... (of me) ...

We're driving slow
Through the snow
On fifth avenue
And right now radio's
All that we can hear

Now we ain't talked since we left
It's so overdue
It's cold outside
But between us its worse in here

The world slows down
But my heart beats fast right now
I know this is the part
Where the end starts

I can't take it any longer
Thought that we were stronger
All we do is linger
Slipping through my fingers

I don't want to try now
All that's lefts goodbye to
Find a way that I can tell you

I hate this part right here
I hate this part right here
I just can't take your tears
I hate this part right here

Everyday seven takes of the same old scene
Seems we're bound by the laws of the same routine
Gotta talk to you now fore we go to sleep
But will we sleep once I tell you what's hurting me

The world slows down
But my heart beats fast right now
I know (i know) this is (this is) the part where the end starts

I can't take it any longer
Thought that we were stronger
All we do is linger
Slipping through my fingers

I don't want to try now
All that's lefts goodbye to
Find a way that I can tell you

I hate this part right here
I hate this part right here
I just can't take your tears
I hate this part right here

I know you'll ask me to hold on
And carry on like nothings wrong
But there is no more time for lies
Cause I see sunset in your eyes

I can't take it any longer
Thought that we were stronger
All we do is linger
Slipping through our fingers

I don't want to try now
All that's lefts goodbye to
Find a way that I can tell you

But I gotta do it
I gotta do it
I gotta do it
I hate this part

I gotta do it
I gotta do it
I gotta do it

Oh
I hate this part right here
I hate this part right here
I just can't take these tears
I hate this part right here
Jag önskar att det fanns något jag kunde göra...
Göra det annorlunda...
Tiden räcker inte till...

Nej, nu ska jag ta & gå ut med Eddie här... Hmm...
Har total blogg torka just nu...
Har varit lite saker som har varit för viktiga för att kunna hoppa över...

Vågar för övrigt inte ställa mig på vågen...
Jag känner hur kilona har rasat...
När jag ser mig i spegeln ser jag ett ansikte, men det känns inte som om det är mitt. 
Jag ser ärren, rädslan, ångesten. sorgen... ... kärleken...  

Faan, nej nu ska jag ringa Melinda...

Puss Hej//Lilla My

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