There are things, that is undescribable,
I could call one of them you.
You make me feel like this, and how pretty is this?
You make me feel fixed ,I would call this fixed.

I don´t know how to break through this,
To pass it. How can i break through you. You´re stuck.
And how can I break through someone that fixes me up?
It might not be as pretty as it could, but you fix it.
I might not be as pretty as I could, but you fix that too.

I work and I try, I fight and I handle it. But it doesn´t go anywhere,
Doesn´t move. I´m stuck. Lost.
I feel sick, but good, happy, but sad. Sad but happy.
It´s undescribable.


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