Är det verkligen meningen att det ska vara såhär svårt?
Det känns inte rätt. Jag orkar bara inte just nu.



I conjure up the thought of being gone
But I'd probably even do that wrong
I try to think about which way
Would I be able to and would I be afraid

Cause I'm bleeding out inside
And I don't even mind

It's all your fault
You called me beautiful
You turned me out
And now I can't turn back
I hold my breath
Because you were perfect
But I'm running out of air
And it's not fair