Den där lördagen då allt vändes upp&ner, fast rätt.

The end of life as we know it.

Han hade tagit henne med storm.

The world held its breath. One day, they would blow them away.

Dom var överens om att bytesrätten gått ut.

There were no warranty.

Överallt med honom var alltid bättre än någonstans utan.

BANG BANG, she was down.

Det går bra nu.

She said as she walked across the street to the train station.

Hon hade blivit ganska avtrubbad gällande det mesta.

An ice cold bitch if you prefer to put a label on it.

Mest av allt behövde hon hångla.

Sometimes she wished she didn't need a sparkle for that to come true.

Han tog vid där hon slutade.

Too bad he was a stubborn kind of an ass hole.

Hade hon stickat och varit sådär tjock så hade hon också tagit med det på bussen.

'Around the world, around the world..'

Hon var äventyrslysten.

What that meant, was yet to be discovered.

Hon var så tjock att hon liksom blev ett med fåtöljen.

She felt sick and wanted to throw up all over her.

Den känslan när musklerna liksom skälvde.

For the first time ever, she started to feel good about herself.

Hon hade solskensdagar.

And that perfect day wasn't far away.

Stäng av.

Smile.

Hennes enda uppgift nu var att hålla käften.

Dance like there is no tomorrow.

Hennes fantasi år upp henne.

Poker face, poker face.

Hon var inte lägre som hon var.

She had the courage to lose for what was right.

Hon använade ord som fräsig på riktigt.

She needed a spring clean up, in her vocabulary.

Hon hade ett nytt projekt.

Herself, never ending huh.

Hon undrade om man såg smalare ut med längre hår.

The world was a fucked up place.

Hon bytte ut honom mot någon.

Closed her eyes and hoped for the best.

Ibland undrade hon om någon såg det hon såg.

Perfect didn't exist in her vocabulary. She needed help to add it.

Idag hade hon lärt sig att man kunde köpa äggvita på dunk.

And it was actually cheaper than throwing away the yellows.

För vissa människor tog visst orden aldrig slut.

She wasn't one of those.

Hon var inte överens med sig själv på vägen hem.

This is her truth, tell me yours.

Hon visste inte reglerna när det kom till tilliten dom emellan.

She knew when to take a step back though.

Hon älskade hur han triggade igång hennes hjärna.

She was awaiting instructions.

Hon skulle snart börja jakten på sitt perfekta jag.

Hips do lie.

Sanningen låg i reaktionen.

That was another kind of between the lines.

Två rader.

Read between them. Nothing is that obvious.

När det oväntad ringde på dörren kom hon på sig själv att titta i det där titthålet.

It's a cruel world out there, and yes, she was part of it.

Hon hade tre grundprinciper.

• Never say no.
  
• No carbs.
  
• Trust no one.
  

Ibland väntade hon bara på livet.

Do the dance, she said.

Hon var inte alls svår att förstå sig på.

Her truths were easy and clear as water.

Hon mådde lite illa när hon såg hur folk hängav sig.

It's your life. Own it & know it's up to you.

'I know everyone would want me to say
that I'm not afraid to be alone'

Hon blev bara sådär på-insidan-ledsen. Men log ändå.

Cause he had told her that he was a slut.

'I slutändan handlar allt om musiken.'

She said, as she danced along with the night.

Hon kunde lägga ihop ett & ett.

She always found herself crawling on the ground for the wrong people.

Hon dog lite, på riktigt.

If she wanted to throw up she could.

Hon visste vad hon skulle hålla tyst om.

No one knew it tore her apart.

Hon hade allt som oftast rätt.

And rather assumed than guessed that he had walked the shame.

Rutiner.

Coffee drank, shower up next. Then what?

En dag skulle hon uträtta stordåd.

Her mouth was watering.

Hon insåg inte hur mycket hennes godtrogenhet hade skadat henne.

She was just until someone better came along.

I sina svaga stunder hade hon inte mer än någon annan.

Except the music part of her. Of course.

Är man bara snygg kan man komma undan med det mesta.

She had eleven months left.

Ibland behövde hon rutiner & strukturer.

Welcome to my office, baby.

There is no photoshop in real life.