Blue is the sky on hot summer days when you're holding a cold drink in your hand,
Blue is the winter sickness with warm sweaters and hot tea,
But blue is
Loving this

angsten
den fanger mig, låser mig inde
langsomt kvæles jeg og
bliver drænet for kræfter
den overtager mit sind
min krop
og mit liv

tomheden spiser dig
den kommer stille og roligt
langsomt og næsten
ubemærket

den overtager dig
fryser dig ned og sørger for
at du ikke føler noget
udover den

ingen glæde
ingen sorg

kun
tomhed

det handler ikke om dig længere
eller hvad du gjorde
nej
nu handler det om at komme videre
flygte
det er jeg så god til nu
jeg vil flygte væk
fra det jeg flygtede til
efter jeg flygtede
fra
dig

He makes me wonder of how life is supposed to be,
If it should be
you and me.

He makes me think of how
I should drink my sorrows away
In ***** and ice.

But he makes me laugh and smile,
And makes me happy for awhile.

There is more to life that him, but he is the colors between black and white and I adored coloring.

I was told to fall in love with me, before I would fall in love with someone else,

So I fell for you because at some point you became the blood in my veins,

And I realized that I was not me. You were me.