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They make you believe it, hear it enough and it becomes the truth. They make people see it.
They’re the victims of misery and we’re the ones throwing stones.
But forget about glasshouses and cheap wine and rain, standing naked we're only bare skin and bloodstained.
I’m sleeping past my dreams while living my nightmare,
We are the dirty generation left unhappily unsatisfied. A war is going on to visible too notice.
Loneliness is the new friendship and feeling sad is the new happiness. Starving yourself is the new eating and dying is the new way to live. We’ve become walking ghosts wandering the desert of confusion. A generation drained from color, left a world of black and white to us.
I lost the game.
jag hoppas inte att du har skrivit det där själv för då DÖR jag...
klart jag skrivit det själv.. it's a blog, but don't die on me :)
