en histrie
han så en plet i det fjerne, han løb og løb og for hvert et skidt han tog, dukkede et minde op med hende, han var ingen elite løber, men han løb løb mere end han kunne, løb alt hva der var mugligt, men sletterne var store, og hun var for langt væk.
hun havde lagt et brev i hans skuffe, she seid that he soudent be afeid, that he was born free, that he souldt do what he wantet to do, that he was a god human, that he suold enjoy life and nothing was wron wriht ham. that see was a poisoner of life, that she all he life has fight and was deseide to stop it,
hun var klædt i shoths og t-shirt, og det kolde efterårs vejr gjorde hende kold, hun spang i vandet og bølgerne tog hende væk.
some run for love, some run for all the fuckt fings to go awey.
hun havde lagt et brev i hans skuffe, she seid that he soudent be afeid, that he was born free, that he souldt do what he wantet to do, that he was a god human, that he suold enjoy life and nothing was wron wriht ham. that see was a poisoner of life, that she all he life has fight and was deseide to stop it,
hun var klædt i shoths og t-shirt, og det kolde efterårs vejr gjorde hende kold, hun spang i vandet og bølgerne tog hende væk.
some run for love, some run for all the fuckt fings to go awey.