ibland är det bra svårt
If birds flying south is a sign of changes
At least you can predict this every year.
Love, you never know the minute it ends suddenly
Maybe finding all the things it took to save us
I could fix the pain that bleeds inside of me
Look in your eyes to see something about me
I?m standing on the edge and I don?t know what else to give.
Do you know what it feels like
loving someone that's in a rush to throw you away?
Do you know what it feels like
to be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed.
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