this rotten feeling..
- is eating me up, and it doesn't seem to dislike the taste of me.
Something's missing
And I don't know how to fix it
Something's different
And I don't know what it is
No I don't know what it is.
Ibland klickar orden som handen i handsken, det är så skönt när det finns redan skrivna ord som känns så rätt, inte sant?
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