hmm
I'm lying here on the floor where you left me
I think I took too much
I'm crying here, what have you done?
I thought it would be fun
I can't stay on your life support, there's a shortage in the switch
I can't stay on your morphine, cause it's making me itch
I said I tried to call the nurse again, but she's being a little bitch
I think I'll get out of here
Where I can run, just as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere
To the middle of my frustrated fears
And I swear, you're just like a pill
Instead of making me better
You keep making me ill
You keep making me ill
Jag saknar dig... men ändå inte.....
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Sen måste jag bara tillägga.. Tack, Tack Älskade bästaste John! För allt ditt stöd, på så många sätt...
Det betyder så jävla mycket ska du veta.. Du är så bra! Mer än guld värd!
Älskar dig min man
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