Jag missar Arvika

Framför allt missar jag Depeche Mode. Pengabrist och lite andra problem gör att jag känner att soffan är en bättre sovplats.

Men jag älskar er Depeche. Aj lööööv juuuu


I’m not going down on my knees,
Begging you to adore me
Can’t you see it’s misery
And torture for me
When I’m misunderstood
Try as hard as you can, I’ve tried as hard as I could
To make you see
How important it is for me

Here is a plea
From my heart to you
Nobody knows me
As well as you do
You know how hard it is for me
To shake the disease
That takes hold of my tongue
In situations like these