Nedtur.

*Deler av innlegg sensurert*

For å gjere lang historie kort (og for å ikkje virka alt for negativ), eg har ein nedtur. Veit ikkje kvifor han kom. Men dette er ein skikkelig nedtur, ein sånn eg ikkje veit om eg kjem meg ut ifrå...

She lights a candle, but she doesn't know why.
She wants to save me, but i'm barely alive.
My soul is thirsty. I just wanna get high.
Make her go away.

Now i'm hitting the wall and she begs me to quit,
And she drags me to church but i'm scared to commit,
And i'm loosing my mind 'cause she hides all my shit.
She wont go away.

And all I ask of her is
Pray for me,
'Cause I don't want to
Pray for me,
If you love me.
Cross your heart and hope that I wont die before the best day of my life.
Just pray for me tonight.