You tell him, that this is his last chance. Ever. That if he does it again, you're gone. Bullshit. Because you know, deep down that it doesn't matter what he'll do to you, you'll give him one more chance instantly. Just one more final chance. Or is it really? Cause only the final chances aren't really final anymore, are they? He walks all over you, and you know it. Yet there's nothing you can do about it. You'd rather be treated like shit, than loose him right? And the thought of seing him with someone else, makes you physically sick. You can't even imagine, feeling the same about somebody else. He flirts with other girls just to make you jealous, and you think it's beacuse you're not enough for him, right? You do everything you can, to pretend that everything is just fine, although you're falling to pieces. And it doesn't matter what anyone says to you, you know you'll never get over him.

I wish it didn't hurt.
I wish I didn't care.
I wish it didn't matter.
I wish I was happy.
I wish I had money.
I wish I was pretty.
I wish I could sleep at night.
I wish I enjoyed my life.
I wish I just cold enjoy food.
I wish you were here.
I wish you meant it.
I wish I meant it.
I wish I was different.
I wish I was someone else, but me.
I wish I lived somewhere else, but here.
I wish I didn't exist.

I'm going away for awhile but I'll be back, don't try and follow me. Cause I'll return as soon as possible see I'm tryna find my place. But it might not be here where I feel safe. We all learn to make mistakes.
And run. From them, from them. With no direction. We'll run from them, from them, with no conviction.
Cause I'm just one of those ghosts travelling endlessly. Don't need no roads in fact they follow me.
And we just go in circles. Well now I'm told that this is life, and pain is just a simple compromise. So we can get what we want out of it. Would someone care to classify, of broken hearts and twisted minds so i can find someone to rely on.

And run. To them, to them, full speed ahead.
Oh you are not useless, we are just misguided ghostst ravelling endlessly. The ones we trusted the most pushed us far away. And there's no one road we should not be the same. But i'm just a ghost and still they echo me.
They echo me in circles.
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Imorgon ska jag offra mej. För en sak. Ni får se vad.