Rebekahmulligan

Jag står där.
står still.
står tyst och tar dina ord.
dina ord svider när dom slår mig i ansiktet.
Jag säger inget.
jag är sån i guess.
kan inte säga ifrån.
vill inte göra saken värre.
vill inte skapa en spänd stämning.
men du ser inte vad du gör.
du ser inte hur ont det gör inom mig.
men dina ord.
dom svider.
långt in i mig.
men du kan inte se det.
kan du se mig?


"Do I have nothing good left to say?
Do I need whiskey to start fueling my complaints?
People love to drink their troubles away.
Sometimes I feel that I'd be better off that way.

'Cause maybe then I could sleep at night.
I wouldn't lie awake until the morning light.
This is something that I'll never control.
My nerves will be the death of me, I know.

So here's to living life miserable.
And here's to all the lonely stories that I've told.
Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow.
Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle.

Maybe then I could sleep at night.
I wouldn't lie awake until the morning light.
This is something that I'll never control.
My nerves will be the death of me, I know.

Finally, I could hope for a better day.
No longer holding on to all the things that cloud my mind.
Maybe then the weight of the world wouldn't seem so heavy.
But then again I'll probably always feel this way.

At least I know I'll never sleep at night.
I'll always lie awake until the morning light.
This is something that I'll never control.
My nerves will be the death of me.

My nerves will be the death of me, I know."