Spring breeze, come in
I've grown tired of the cold and this standstill
Spring breeze, when I was yours
The cold didn't mean a thing
So strong my heart was

Spring breeze, where will memories go
when the cold winds still blow?
Spring breeze, I will let you in
Though, the cold still possess' my skin
So strong my heart, once was

I can't say I expected anything more or less
but through empty promises constantly bombarding my brain
and false hopes repeating over and over in vain
as if there really was something to gain
I guess I did at least expect something else
The shame of who I became, like a disgusting parasite residing deep within the chambers of my heart
ripping, gnawing and doing everything in it's power to tear it apart
so it can be set free, overwhelm my being and eventually inhabit every part of me.
In my feeble attempts of drowning it with liquor or choking it with poisonous gas,
it grows ten times stronger and comes back to bite me in the ***.
So instead I'll drown myself in poetry and sad songs
in search of some sort of understanding or meaning to what I see in myself as wrong.
I believe we all have the power to change and I did change once but I can't say for how long.
It all got lost somwhere between drunken adventures,
consequential head-exploding hangovers and exhausting-everyday-back-pains.
So I'll look forward to when I can look back and remember these times
and feel proud that I made it out intact
I've told myself a million times; You can make it
but right now
I don't know how

I've never felt as fragile as I do in this very moment.
The pillars that make up the foundation of my being has been thoroughly broken.
Reminders of our days haunt my every step
and it's been so long since I've seen your face and I guess
I was naive to think I'd forget.

Your love was so intense it burned my heart
and left a hole that has shown to be difficult to fill.
Not by the cheap thrill of a one-night stand
nor the sweet intoxication of countless bottles and cans.

It can't be filled by even half a percentage when writing a poem or a song,
though, all I sing and write of is you,
of the days we shared I wish would have lasted for just a little longer
than the days without you would.
For every second I shared with you was a second I cherished.

Jag slänger min blick bortom vägen
Där vidare sträcker sig den outgrundliga världen
Mitt hjärta fylls av en längtan
Som präglas av en tidlös väntan

Se hur tiden flyger
Se hur den tar dag efter dag
Ringarna i stammen växer
Jag lär väl vänja mig om ett tag

Solstänkta dagar fann vi
Långt bort från hem och hus
Vi besteg den klippiga kusten
Ingen kommer nånsin veta hur

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