Tillflykt

Varför börjar man lyssna så extremt mycket på låttexter när man är i "nöd"? När Celine Dion och Phil Collins helt plötsligt sjunger om sanningar - då är det illa! Försöker hitta lite alternativ för att inte dras ner djupare i balladträsket... Garth Brooks, Johnny Logan, nej det här kan sluta riktigt illa!

I bust the windows out your car
And no it didn’t mend my broken heart
I'll probably always have these ugly scars
but right now I don’t care about that part.

I must admit it helped a little bit
To think of how you'd feel when you saw it
I didn’t know that I had that much strength
But I’m glad you see what happens when
You see you cant just play with peoples feelings
Tell them you love them and don’t mean it
you’ll probably say that it was juvenile
But I think that I deserve to smile

I bust the windows out your car
You know I did it 'cause I left my mark
Wrote my initials with the crowbar
And then I drove off into the dark

I bust the windows out your car
you should feel lucky that was all I did
After five whole years of this bullshit
Gave you all of me and you played with it

But it don’t come back to my broken heart
You could never feel I how I felt that day
Until it happens baby you don’t know pain
Yeah I did it
You should know it
I ain’t sorry
You deserved it
After what you did to me
...
You broke my heart so I broke you car
You caused me pain
So I did the same
Even though what you did to me was much worse
I had to do something to make you hurt
Oh but why am I still crying
Why am I the one who’s still crying
You really hurt me baby
really, really hurt me baby

I bust the windows out your car....

Önskar jag hade den styrkan. Men
även om jag hade det, skulle jag
aldrig kunna göra så mot chacha...