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En dikt om människor som så gärna vill vara självständiga, och är så rädda att få sina hjärtan krossade, att de glömmer bort att man inte kan uppleva kärlek om man inte släpper in någon.

Everybody say they're doing fine
sleeping all alone
They don't need nobody
they're better on their own

But people are fragile,
and so are you and I.
So why do we keep our solitude,
when it makes us wanna die?

You pretend you're a soldier
you fight your wars yourself
But how come I always find you
in the arms of somebody else?

We try so hard to be selfdependent
we become aggressive tigers
But when all comes around
we're actually just liars

So when you're feeling weak
turn to those above
raise your hands to the sky
and pray the gods for love



Fri vers av Jerrpan
Publicerad 2010-04-20 23:05