Mine egne små tekster

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Her vil jeg skrive mine små tekster. Digte, tanker eller små historier jeg alligevel aldrig for skrevet færdige. Det er underholdende, at se, hvordan min skrivestil har forandret sig gennem de seneste 4 år.

Underligt nok, er dette, dét, jeg er mest stolt af. Måske fordi, det er skrevet med føleleser og ikke hastværk?

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180. Covering Up

“Covering Up” by Sara M.

Melody: “The Man Who Can't Be Moved” by The Script

 

Verse 1:

 

I'm moving around,

always covering up,

what is perfect and what is not.

And gotta be cold,

as long as he stays,

'Cuz he's better for her, in too many ways.

But it is still selfish,

and I'm not feeling good about it,

but it's her eyes, who's closed for what's around it.

I just wish that she'd let her,

own heart choose,

because there's no warranty, for what she can lose.

 

Chorus:

 

And everything is still so fresh and new,

you have to try it all out.

Just think of what they can be, but never shout it out loud.

I can't say anything,

while I'm stuck to the ground.

When he lays his arm around her, it leaves deep wounds.

 

But she's not choosing, oh, why isn't she choosing?

 

Verse 2:

 

And the dissatisfied thoughts,

were hidden in the back of my mind.

she isn't mine, she isn't assigned me.

But there's a countless number,

of her beauty inside,

but she isn't mine, she isn't mine tonight.

 

Chorus:

 

And everything is still so fresh and new,

you have to try it all out.

Just think of what they can be, but never shout it out loud.

I can't say anything,

while I'm stuck to the ground.

When he lays his arm around her, it leaves deep wounds.

 

But she's not choosing, oh, why isn't she choosing?

But she's not choosing, oh, why isn't she choosing?

 

Solo:

 

Why can't she deny, that they match perfectly?

Oh, mm.

Why can't she deny, that she like him secretly?

Mm.

 

Maybe it's a scene,

a little drama act,

but if it really is,

how am I supposed to react?

 

When he comes running for your love,

the way you always wanted to.

But you don't really want to choose. No, you can't really choose.

 

Ending:

 

And everything is still so fresh and new,

you have to try it all out.

Just think of what they can be, but never shout it out loud.

I can't say anything,

while I'm stuck to the ground.

When he lays his arm around her, it leaves deep wounds.

 

But she's not choosing, oh, why isn't she choosing?

But she's not choosing, oh, why isn't she choosing?

 

I'm moving around,

always covering up,

what is perfect and what is not.

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