Addicted

Visst är det märkligt ändå med låttexter. Man kan lyssna på en låt till leda och plötsligt en dag känns det som att den liksom talar till en. Eller så är det kanske bara jag som känner så? Hur som helst så fick jag en sån "uppenbarelse" igår, när jag lyssnade på Kelly Clarkson, "Addicted". Skrämmande, men det är precis så det är! Precis så det känns! Så här kommer den, förklaringen till att jag sitter på en sluten avdelning trots att jag hade lovat mig själv att aldrig hamna här igen:

It's like you're a drug

It's like you're a demon I can't face down

It's like I'm stuck

It's like I'm running from you all the time

And I know I let you have all the power

It's like the only company I seek is misery all around

It's like you're a leech

Sucking the life from me

It's like I can't breathe

Without you inside of me

And I know I let you have all the power

And I realize I'm never gonna quit you over time

It's like I can't breathe

It's like I can't see anything

Nothing but you

I'm addicted to you

It's like I can't think

Without you interrupting me

In my thoughts

In my dreams

You've taken over me

It's like I'm not me

It's like I'm not me

It's like I'm lost

It's like I'm giving up slowly

It's like you're a ghost that's haunting me

Leave me alone

And I know these voices in my head

Are mine alone

And I know I'll never change my ways

If I don't give you up now

It's like I can't breathe

It's like I can't see anything

Nothing but you

I'm addicted to you

It's like I can't think

Without you interrupting me

In my thoughts

In my dreams

You've taken over me

It's like I'm not me

It's like I'm not me

I'm hooked on you

I need a fix

I can't take it

Just one more hit

I promise I can deal with it

I'll handle it, quit it

Just one more time

Then that's it

Just a little bit more to get me through this

I'm hooked on you

I need a fix

I can't take it

Just one more hit

I promise I can deal with it

I'll handle it, quit it

Just one more time

Then that's it

Just a little bit more to get me through this

It's like I can't breathe

It's like I can't see anything

Nothing but you

I'm addicted to you

It's like I can't think

Without you interrupting me

In my thoughts

In my dreams

You've taken over me

It's like I'm not me

It's like I'm not me

Jag önskar att "you" var en fysisk person, något att ta på, men "you" är bara i mitt huvud, i min själ. Okey, det här blev ett intimt och självutlämnande inlägg. Det ska inte hända för ofta, promise!

Avslutar med ett citat ur "vänner-boken" som jag citerade ur igår. Väljer ett som liksom igår passar in på situationen jag är i nu:

"Ett delat skratt skapar vänskapsband. När människor skrattar tillsammans upphör de att vara unga eller gamla, lärare eller elever, chefer eller anställda. De blir då istället en grupp människor."