The Human Experience
I was in a state of crisis
My wisest friend said to me
This is the human experience
Let it be
I must have looked so settled
From the outside
But I knew the storm
Inside of me
Wrote, and I wrote, and I wrote, and I wrote
But nothing could capture it
Nothing was worthy of a song
This inner life that I imagined
Was so vivid and so interesting
Stuff of novels
All that it became
Were songs that sound the same
All that it became, mmm
Wrote myself out, wrote myself out, wrote myself out
Those who have seen tragedy
They know better, better
Than to wait for real life to begin
Wrote, and I wrote, and I wrote, and I wrote
But nothing could capture it
Nothing was worthy of a song
This inner life that I imagined
Was so vivid and so interesting
Stuff of novels
All that it became
Were songs that sound the same
All that it became, mmm
(All these words that don't make sense)
All that it became
Were songs that sound the same
All that it became, mmm
(All these words that don't make sense)
Wrote myself out, wrote myself out, wrote myself out
(And I wrote myself this history)
Wrote myself out, wrote myself out, wrote myself out
(And I wrote myself this history)
My wisest friend said to me
This is the human experience
Let it be
I must have looked so settled
From the outside
But I knew the storm
Inside of me
Wrote, and I wrote, and I wrote, and I wrote
But nothing could capture it
Nothing was worthy of a song
This inner life that I imagined
Was so vivid and so interesting
Stuff of novels
All that it became
Were songs that sound the same
All that it became, mmm
Wrote myself out, wrote myself out, wrote myself out
Those who have seen tragedy
They know better, better
Than to wait for real life to begin
Wrote, and I wrote, and I wrote, and I wrote
But nothing could capture it
Nothing was worthy of a song
This inner life that I imagined
Was so vivid and so interesting
Stuff of novels
All that it became
Were songs that sound the same
All that it became, mmm
(All these words that don't make sense)
All that it became
Were songs that sound the same
All that it became, mmm
(All these words that don't make sense)
Wrote myself out, wrote myself out, wrote myself out
(And I wrote myself this history)
Wrote myself out, wrote myself out, wrote myself out
(And I wrote myself this history)
Credits
Writer(s): Fredrika Johansson
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