Noen ganger skriver jeg på engelsk. Det er bare sånn det er … 🙂
(This is a draft)

It’s all about survival, delaying what’s to come
Endless row of errors, feeling rather dumb
War on many borders, my heart is rather fried
No one sees the struggle, happens all inside

I’d better move on

Struggled with emotions, missed the next chicane
Didn’t really matter, my inner self was slain
War on many borders, feeling rather fried
No one sees the struggle, self-destruction amplified

I’d better move on

But hidden deep inside, was mr. Common Sense
Final war begun, tearing down the fence
War on single border, I feel that I can win
I try to show my struggle, letting people in

I Think I’m moving on