If I confess you my sin,
would you finally let me in?
Your book say I'm sick,
but your words tell me I'm forgivable.

If I shout "Amen",
would I be a better women?
Your followers say you will send me to hell,
but your words say show compassion.

They say "Prise the Lord!",
but I don't know what for.
I'm still looking for my hallelujah,
maybe I can have faith in you again.

When I think of her, nothing compares
She made me strong, and I hope I made her
She made me realise that even if it crash, doesn´t mean it will burn

Funny how we promised eternity, but look at us currently,
I lost a friend.

There was no apology,
There were no tears,
It happened so carefully

Sometimes I wish we never met, other days I feel fortunate,
I lost a friend.

In the beginning he craved pink,
so, I exposed my body and let him tattoo it with ink.
As our path turned healthy green,
he then crowned me as his only queen.
In that exact moment i knew; i was addicted to him like caffeine.
After that I got myself mislead, in every possible way, because;
If he wanted red,
I could rip my body apart until i bled.

Then we turned blue, 
and there were nothing else to do,
than to cry my crystal tears for and over you.
Everything felt black,
the only thing that could save my was for you to come back.
But then the slightest drop of colour crossed my dark canvas, it was a light shade purple.
Suddenly things didn’t feel so hurtful.
Now I’m smiling sunny yellow, dancing with pastel colours 
and smelling red roses.
In my life I now have a colourful rainbow, that for you probably don’t matter, but for me; It´s the colours of our chapter.

«In addition to this, you let him go.
Not because you have to,
but because you need to,
need to break a heart.
take their breath, because you don’t have enough oxygen to breath.
Maybe you think you are dying, and want everyone else around you to be in your pace.
Because once, you were the heartbroken one, and that ******, right?

Or maybe you are just immature.
Your eyes, and his too, may see a full bloomed woman on the outside.
On the inside however, you are a lost girl, wandering in a too big world,
and the urge to fill whole cities with your ego is too tempting.
Because your soul and mind haven’t connected and found it self yet.
Can you even walk in a ladies heels, woman??»

I say to myself.
While I wiggle down the street.  
With invisible black, tattooed tears, right under my eye.
I adore the oxygen within my lungs,
like an addict taking drugs.
…Or like me, stealing love filled hearts…