English

I sometimes dream that life is wonderful
No, I always dream that
That's why I hate waking up
Soooo much
Life is not something I long for when I wake up
Not light or bright or fun or great
Life is grey
Life is a lifelong pain
A road filled only by let downs and dissapointment
My mother once compared life to a painting
Stating that our greef, is the grey and black in this painting
And that we needed it, beacuse no good painting is without grey and black
No cloud is without shadows
But I beg to differ
I think that life is a painting, sure
But it is made of grey and black
And our happy moments are the light colours and white
For they are much moore rare
And I can't say that my life is built on happiness and that light colours are a certanity
In my life it's the black colours that are a certanity