Jag skrev en dikt igår typ, ni ska få den: Sometimes it felt like you didn't know how to treat a girl But maybe you just tried to make things work Maybe i'm crazy, or out of my mind But sometimes when i see you, i can't even get a smile Maybe it's those smal things that make me think That love is a game i'm not suppose to win Or maybe i'm just tired, of being pushed around When i can't hear that beating sound Sometime when i'll fall the worst You're not there to cure my curse Den handlar inte om någon speciell, typ helt random dikt. Och så är vi tvingade att sova tidigare typ, så godnatt.