Myser med mamma. Hela huset är fullt av tända ljus, lugn musik spelas och vi unnar oss lite kaffe efter maten med en päronkonjak till och lite mörk choklad. Kan vara bland det godaste som finns!

I know it's hard to tell how mixed up you feel
Hoping what you need is behind every door
Each time you get hurt, I don't want you to change
Because everyone has hopes, you're human after all
The feeling sometimes, wishing you were someone else
Feeling as though you never belong
This feeling is not sadness, this feeling is not joy
I truly understand. Please, don't cry now