My own kind of therapy

Tisdagen den 12:e september 2oo6

19:12 - Fortfarande sjuk men pallrade mg ändå till skolan imorse. För tidigt, igen. Så irriterande och imorse hade de inte ens låst upp dörrarna emellan korridorerna så jag kom inte åt mitt skåp på ett bra tag.. Film på S-blocket, E.T, alltid lika bra. Särskilt uppskattad på lektionstid. :P Skumt vad man kommer på nya saker med filmer varje gång man ser dem.. Eller jag kanske bara är blond? ^o)
Upp på McDonald's med Elin, Anton & Mats efter skolan, höll på att hungra ihjäl eftersom maten i skolan var totalt oätbar. Sen hem och däckade. Som vanligt. I know.


Well, I heard there was a secret chord that David played and it pleased the Lord, but you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this; the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lifts
The baffled kings composing hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah

Well, your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonligt overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair and from your lips she drew the hallelujah
Halleujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah

Well, baby, I've been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march; it's a cold and it's a broken halleujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah

Well, there was a time when you let me know what's really going on below
I used to live alone before I knew you
And remember when I moved in you and the Holy Dove was moving too and every breath we drew was halleujah
Hallelujah, halleujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah

Maybe ther's a God above but all I ever learned from love is how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It's not a cry that you hear at night, itäs not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah