... så säg vad du ska säga, gör det nu.
misery likes company
- I like the way that sounds
been trying to find the meaning
so I can write it down
staring out the window - it's such a long way down
I'd like to jump
but I'm afraid to hit the ground
I can't write a love song the way I feel today
I can't sing no song of hope - I got nothing to say
life is feeling kind of strange, since you went away
I send this song to you wherever you are,
as my guitar lies bleeding in my arms
tired of watching TV
it makes me want to scream
outside the world is burning - man it's so hard to believe
each day you know you're dying
from the cradle to the grave
I get so numb sometimes, that I can't feel the pain
I can't write a love song the way I feel today
I can't sing no song of hope, I got nothing to say
life is feeling kind of strange, strange enough these days
I send this song to you wherever you are,
as my guitar lies bleeding in my arms
staring at the paper
I don't know what to write
I'll have my last cigarette
(well, turn out the lights)
maybe tomorrow I'll feel a different way
but here in my confusion
I don't know what to say
- I like the way that sounds
been trying to find the meaning
so I can write it down
staring out the window - it's such a long way down
I'd like to jump
but I'm afraid to hit the ground
I can't write a love song the way I feel today
I can't sing no song of hope - I got nothing to say
life is feeling kind of strange, since you went away
I send this song to you wherever you are,
as my guitar lies bleeding in my arms
tired of watching TV
it makes me want to scream
outside the world is burning - man it's so hard to believe
each day you know you're dying
from the cradle to the grave
I get so numb sometimes, that I can't feel the pain
I can't write a love song the way I feel today
I can't sing no song of hope, I got nothing to say
life is feeling kind of strange, strange enough these days
I send this song to you wherever you are,
as my guitar lies bleeding in my arms
staring at the paper
I don't know what to write
I'll have my last cigarette
(well, turn out the lights)
maybe tomorrow I'll feel a different way
but here in my confusion
I don't know what to say
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