Tyven, tyven skal jeg hete...

Eg har ganske lite og sei, om eg ikkje kjem for seint heim i morgen skal eg skrive ei oppdatering.

Eg har vore med typen min i dag, det har vore herlig. Med han føler eg meg vakker:)

*TYVEN, TYVEN SKAL JEG HETE, FOR JEG STJAL BABAJAS SANG!!!!*
Da kan eg si at Babaja er kjempe flink å skrive sanger, og det at eg stjeler fire strofer kan du ta som eit komplimang!!

Dedikert til min mest elskede gutt:

"You don’t have to think about tomorrow
You don’t have to say a word
You just give me a look, and I will understand
You just tell me what it is, you’ll be heard

I will listen, I will listen, I swear
I will listen, I will listen, I’m here

But I hope you can hear me
'Cause I have to tell
You were always there for me when I asked you for help
And I hope you can hear me
Cause I have to say
Every time I’m with you it’s like a perfect day

[...]

You don’t have to worry ‘bout the future
I know that you’ll be just fine
You just have to see that you can do it
I’ll hold your hand
If you’ll hold mine

I will be there, I will be there for you
Yes, I will be there, if you want me to"