Já, skrifa á ensku þar sem það er léttara..

Keep on writing, lines that seem so deep ?
But inside my person, always is so weak.
Don’t know that to do, or what to say
I wanna be always the same ol’ to you
Keep on trying, to go away, but my god
always stops me, like i have some reason to stay
Keep on smelling new smells,
keep on tasting new tastes and keep
on meeting new people. The people
change as the time goes by, and before
you know it the knight in shiny armour
has gone by along with the time.
Trying to figure some new ways,
To get away, running is so impossible
razorblade or a strong wrope just seems
more dangerous and more exciting,
or maybe a drug, morpine or extacy
Dying from a endless happyness or just a pain relief.