Deciding weather i should go on or not.

Min hjärna skriker förvirring

Mitt hjärta blöder

Min kropp lever

Men stänger av känslor

Jag har inte råd att tänka för mycket

Det kommer lösa sig

No worry no worry..

I will be that kind of robot
You saw me cryin girl
You saw the inner bittersweet of me
I do well to hide it
And i will keep on doin that
To save myself from open misery
Before i go
Africa.

Emotions does not disappear

though i tell them to

Like a plant growing

butterflies rise in my stomach..

But wait

Maybe it's just me throwing up?