Hatelove

J told me this thing one day.
She told me, I'm scared and just looking for a getaway.
Well, anyway. I didn't listen to the words she said.
I've had enough, so I shut her up. She fell on her knees and praid.
I put my fist at her head, I touched that pretty face of hers.
She took a beatdown, that sent her to another place on earth.


Ibland kommer min mörka låtskrivarkille fram. Det skrämmer mig ibland, men det är skönt att skriva av sig. Oavsett om det är sant eller inte. Oavsett om det är hårt eller inte.


Brrr...