Slutten nærme seg. Eg begynne å gå tom for ord. Tom for bilder. Tom for inspirasjon. Ein gylden mulighet te å dela ein sang eg har skrevet. Ha ein fin helg.

This is why I’m different
Sometimes when I close my eyes
I pretend
pretend that I’m someone else
and every truth I know becomes a lie

Sometimes when I walk alone
I pretend
pretend that I’m dancing
to a different place, that I call home

But then I see
the mirror staring back
everything turning black
I’m still the same
I’m no one else but me

Sometimes I find myself wishing I was you

A song I’ve written. There’s no melody yet. Have a beautiful weekend.