but what kind of heart doesn't look back?
minnen kommer och går vi säger adjö, vi håller minnena hårt, dom dör aldrig ut!
Everybody says time heals everything but what of the wretched hollow?
The endless in-between? Are we just going to wait it out? Where do we go
from here? How do we carry on? I can't get beyond the questions.
Clambering for scraps in the shatter of us collapsed that cuts me with
every what-could-have-been.
Om mig
Every day it gets a little sweeter 
