To broke to see.
To broke to cry.
To broke to tell.
To broke to realise.
To broke to dream.
To broke...
I have lost my friend Michala.
I have lost my friend Nikoline.
I have lost my friend Christina.
I have lost my friends for something that dosn't matter.
But if I could chance all these mistakes.
Then I would tell them how much I love them.
Because in one way I hate you all..
But when you are sad og sick - Then I fell sorry for you.
I don't now why?
But - I think it is because we had something wery special.
And no matter how much I hate you.
I allways will love you deep inside.