Linnea Strömberg

'wait, where are you going?
'i'm leavin you'
no, you aint, come back!!'

and we running right back
here we go again..

I can't tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now it's a steel knife in my windpipe
I can't breathe but I still fight while I can fight

drunk from my hate
..I guess I don't know my own strength