…I know we'd never made it It was plain to see Life's not a game but you still played And someone lost eventually So tell me was it you or me? And I miss you like hell No I just can't sleep alone And I miss you like…

…the winter cottage, it takes time, there is no hurry. You live like you have wanted, just to take your own time, to please you, not to fight of the love live. They all want the same, of my point of view, its not really a game. I dont know, how you feel, every day, does the real love, make you happy.…

…appearances son I won't bury the gun, I won't bury the hatchet Most of my so called friends were just unnecessary attachment Got the stare of a madman, and the mind of a fiend And I'm standing here laughing, now because…

…inside your head Can't let it out Maybe someday is all you can say That is not a promise but a lie Found myself on the tracks Following my own traces Made myself my own shadow One vision, a distorted self-image Always…

…. The women and men, in Nordic coutries, have an easy life, this is not the states, where you have to survive, also other places than at the beach. you need to have every kind of insurances, to gain the basic theatment, in…

…to see people suffer, the pain is like an traumatic game, you really are out of league, you paralyze people, ' you are in that mood. you really want to life your life, 'you break their negs, with shadow life, you think it is just fine, you want to play like in movies, except its their real lifes.…

…get power to their own space, you want to be between everything, It´s your way of life, for u it´s like a child´s game. You already have an adult life. You make fun of me, you don´t think of my feelings, ' empathy is…

…IT ANYWAY. ARE YOU APPLYING FOR A SEXUAL APPEAL, OR DO YOU WANT IT JUST OT MAKE THAT REAL? YESTERDAY YOU HAD A BAD TEMPER, ITS OK, WE ARE LIKE SEA OR A WAVE. THE AIR IS LIKE A WOMANS HEAD, ITS NOT A STILL, UNTIL THE…

…Revelation. Pokey space yeah. Soft but stoney. I'm not you fucking pony! How shoud I begin? Am I in this world, is it real, am I a miracle? Lies there within, the stone-cold mind, I made you mine, am I too critical…