Guess this blog now has its own theme-song.. 😅

Annonsørinnhold

Hoka på salg: Gjør føttene klar for våren

Enola, it’s the name of the plane

Dropping the first atomic bomb

Enola, Enola-

To me, it’s my reality

I think it might just be my destiny

No cheerleaders, no hypequeens

Only myself to stitch myself back together

Fix all my loose seams

Enola, Enola

Read it backwards, it makes sense then

I can dress up and do my makeup like Barbie

But I can do without a ‘Ken’

No plans, no goals

I tried and failed at all my roles

Damn, should have arrived somewhere by now I guess

But all my efforts somehow just end up making a bigger mess

And now I say goodbye to lovers, goodbye to old friends

Too much shit went down, now me can’t make amends

With me there’s not much of new beginnings, I’m more familiar with stuff that has bitter ends

Enola, Enola

Read it backwards, it makes sense then

I always fuck up, it’s just a matter of when

Enola, Enola

Read it backwards, it makes sense then

No cheerleaders, no hypequeens

Just me to stitch myself together

Fix all my loose seams

And now I got no choice

but to start over again