Jag vill komma på nåt bra att skriva.. men vad ? Det är inte intresant att läsa om nån random brud som bara vill bort från allt...

My tears run down like razorblades. And no, I'm not the one to blame. It's you ' or is it me? And all the words we never say. Come out and now we're all ashamed. And there's no sense in playing games. When you've done all you can do
But now it's over, it's over, why is it over? We had the chance to make it. Now it's over, it's over, it can't be over. I wish that I could take it back. But it's over