sömnproblem? :P

Gaah, somnade faktiskt igårkväll, utan några större problem.
Men istället vaknade jag halv sju och kunde inte sova pga hostan.
:/
Vilket är värst;
att inte kunna somna pga hostan,
eller att bli väckt innan fan är uppe å sen inte kunna somna om igen?!

Varför är sängen alltid som mysigast på morgnarna?
Jo, för då ligger där en liten Macki å sussar :D<3

Maah, jag gillar denna låten :)
Inte för att den passar in på mig precis men ändå ;P

Paula Deanda - When it was me

She's got green eyes and she's 5'5"
Long brown hair all down her back
Cadillac truck, so  the hell what
What's so special about that

She used to model, she's done some acting
So she weighs buck of 5
So I guess she's alright if perfection is what you like

And I'm not jealous, no I'm not
I just want everything she's got
You look at her so amazed
I remember way back when you used to look at me that way

Tell me what makes her so much better than me
What makes her just everything that I can never be
What makes her your every dream and fantasy
Because I can't remember when it was me

And now you don't feel the same
I remember you would shiver everytime I said your name
You said nothing felt as good as when you gaze into my eyes
Now you don't care I'm alive
How did we let the fire die


And I'm not jealous, no I'm not
I just want everything she's got
You look at her so amazed
I remember way back when you used to look at me that way

What makes her so much better than me
What makes her just everything that I can never be
What makes her your every dream and fantasy
Because I can't remember when it was me

That made you smile
That made you laugh
Even if it makes you happier than you have ever been, oh me
That was your world
Your kind of girl
Nothing about me has changed
That's why I'm here wondering


What makes her so much better than me
What makes her just everything that I can never be
What makes her your every dream and fantasy
Because I can't remember when it was me

What makes her so much better than me
What makes her just everything that I can never be
What makes her your every dream and fantasy
Because I can't remember when it was me

When it was me
When it was me




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