The ghost inside of me

I’m not gonna shed my tears for you

It’s a waste of time

I had to take my heart and paint it red again

You turned it black and made it small

It’s getting bigger now,

but sometimes you get the upper hand

and my heart shrinks again and I get afraid

I have to fight you off,

And I almost always win

But it takes a lot of strength

And I get so tired after a while

That’s when I just want to fall asleep

And sleep for a long time

Somehow, that never happens

I guess I’m strong enough

That’s good, right?

I guess so

I won’t let you win!

 

11. mars 2008