H a v e n 't g o t t h e t i m e.

Känns som jag inte har något att skriva.
Eller jo, jag gör massa saker, men tiden/lusten/orken finns inte justnu.
Lägger upp lite låttexter osv, men jag skriver snart som vanligt igen. kanske imorn
kanske om några dar.

Dear mister president.
Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
What do you feel when you look in the mirror
Are you proud

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why