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er það ekki svona til að láta vita hvernig manni líður og hvað maður er að gera?
Kvikmynd ársins er allavega farin í gang og það lítur út fyrir að ég sé í aðalhlutverkinu en þó nokkuð margir líka.
Það er hellingur sem mig langar að krota hér en get ekki gert, vill svo til að ég er góð manneskja. Reyndar er ég alveg frábær ef það er einhver sem vissi það ekki.
Ætla að láta einn texta af lagi sem ég heyrði í útvarpinu og á bara vel við í augnablikinu. Hann er skárri en textinn við lagið You oughta know sem fær mig reyndar að líða aðeins betur.

Enívei, svona er lífið víst, stundum yndislegt og stundum bara svona einsog hjá honum í skaupinu, helvítis fokking fokk!

I thought I saw a man brought to life
He was warm, he came around like he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry
Well you couldnt be that man I adored
You dont seem to know, dont seem to care what your heart is for
But I dont know him anymore
Theres nothing where he used to lie
My conversation has run dry
Thats whats going on, nothings fine Im torn

Im all out of faith, this is how I feel
Im cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed into something real
Im wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
Youre a little late, Im already torn

So I guess the fortune tellers right
Should have seen just what was there and not some holy light
To crawl beneath my veins and now
I dont care, I have no luck, I dont miss it all that much
Theres just so many things that I cant touch, Im torn

Im all out of faith, this is how I feel
Im cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed into something real
Im wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
Youre a little late, Im already torn. torn.

Theres nothing where he used to lie
My inspiration has run dry
Thats whats going on, nothings right, Im torn

Im all out of faith, this is how I feel
Im cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed into something real
Im wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
Im all out of faith, this is how I feel
Im cold and Im ashamed bound and broken on the floor
Youre a little late, Im already torn