Once I went to a graduation
it was a nice one
but a mother didn't come
and a girl went to the graduation
Alone
it was a nice one
but she was alone

You tell yourself 'I am so special'
But you are not
Let me make this clear to you;

Stars and rocks collides
There is snow on mountains
Birds die in aircraft engines  
Feelings are a function in the brain

Do you understand now?

You tell yourself 'I am so special'
But you are not
Let me make this clear to you;

Sartre knew about anxiety
****** killed millions of people (without touching them)
I once knew a cat who killed a bird (by touching it)
The sun makes life on earth possible.

Do you understand now?

You tell yourself 'I am so special'
But you are not
Let me make this clear to you;

A human contains 5 litres of blood
Fire is a chemical process
388.000 people drowns each year (more or less)
I loved a boy who didn't love me

Do you understand now

You are a star now and nobody knows who you really are
but you are great, a miracle, pure gold
Ohhh you love everybody
But who are you?
Take a drink, leave earth and die just for one night
we are sinners in heaven
We have cheated them and they don't even know
They don't even know
Can you imagine all this fame, so much love
love for the unloved.
Do you still keep in contact with those from old days
God I don't hope so.
We have golden business to do here, we have diamond roses to pick.
When will it be enough, I don't know
I don't know anything,
did I die or am still alive, did he love me or did I he lie.
As my mother did when she gave birth to me
unspoken promises.
I am star and nobody knows who I am, but I am golden
and she dances like rain on the streets, for men in suits with money in pockets.
Maybe tomorrow will be a time for babies, big houses and five persons cars,
but give me another shot and I will throw it down,
just give me another shot.
A shot for the dumb and unloved
for those who never made it

I don't think my white shirt ever matched your leather vest.
Or that my clumsy attempts at showing emotions towards you, was a good idea.
I don't know why I fell in love. Please don't ask.
I feel pathetic as I weep these ridiculous tears
and I beg my mind to leave you alone.
But it wont.
In fact it doesn't care about white shirts matching leather vests
or hearts beating equally.  
I try to cut ever single thought about you away.
But you see, I don't do cutting any more.
Though I might be able to drown it or hang it -
or make its stomach into a fire of pills and liquor.
Yes I could make it stop by that.
But it is pathetic as well. Self loathing is for the weak.
I am not weak.
I drink wine and do those drunken things, that makes the next morning awful.
But I drink that wine good, and I smile and laugh with teeth and sound.
Yet the fact is;
I just don't match you good.

I want to see myself, as you see me
Just to know how I came across

I want to see myself as you see me
Just to know if you felt anything at all

I want to see myself as you see me
Just to know who I was

I want to see myself as you see me
Just to understand.