Julia har åkt hem,
Marion sitter ensam med en godis påse.
tröstätande
musik på hög nivå
ensam hemma
tårar
som inte ens förtjänas
lila paraply i säng
skolpapper framför mina ögon
livet kan inte vara bättre
där förstog ni inte ironin
men nu gjorde ni
tankarna flyger
jag vill vara den...

"There’s nothing you can say
Nothing you can do
Nothing in between
You know the truth
Nothing left to face
Nothing left to lose
Nothing takes your place

When they say you're
not that strong
You're not that weak
It’s not your fault
When you climb up to your hill
Up to your place
I hope you're well

There’s nothing left to prove
Nothing I won't do
Nothing like the pain
I feel for you
Nothing left to hide
Nothing left to fear
I am always here

When they say you're
not that strong
You're not that weak
It’s not your fault
When you climb up to your hill
Up to your place
I hope you're well

What you want
What you lost
What you had
What is gone is over
What you've got
What you love
What you need
What you have is real
It's not enough
It’s not enough
It’s not enough
It's not enough, I’m sorry
It’s not enough
It’s not enough
It’s not enough
It’s not enough

When they say you're
not that strong
You're not that weak
It’s not your fault
When you climb up to your hill
Up to your place
I hope you're well

It’s not enough
No, it’s not enough
It’s not enough"