I'm not searching for anything.
There is nothing to be found, in hidden symmetries.
Between sadness and smiles lies only a glimpse of me.
Left behind with a kiss on the cheek.
And then you start to see things with weary eyes.
Hating the sound of laughter.
I want to tell you everything.
How I feel and who I am now.
But I don't know how.
Clouds are always above my head,
Reminding me of which way to fall.
I want to see the hurt in your eyes
(Tar det någonsin slut? Är det någonsin över?).
And when you wake up, I hope that you see colors again.
My legs will bend and break,
I want to see the hurt in your eyes.
I'm not searching for anything.
There is nothing to be found.

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