Originally written in Swedish in 2010.
Translated and rewritten the eighth of February...
Life.
What's the point...
How does it feel to smile
And forget about pain...
You see that smile,
Permanently engraved on my face...
That shy little girl,
she always sits alone...
I'm tired of all of these things but you don't...
I was told that it was a beautiful day
However my mind offered no words to say...
1) no more pain
No more wishes...
Sadness turns to...
Madness...
I remember
Years ago...
I feel like you were never there for me, you never...
In a perfect world I'm beautiful
I'm not consumed by darkness...