Jag har av någon anledning fokuserat mest på svenska texter hittills, men här kommer en (av många) engelsk text som jag tycker är genialisk. För mig är den ett perfekt exempel på hur man kan sitta fast i någon man inte längre vill vara kvar hos. Man går under om man håller dem kvar, men någonstans känner man att man behöver dem, man måste vara hos dem, och man kan - eller vill - inte kasta ut dem ur sitt liv och sitt hjärta.

TIME IS RUNNING OUT av Muse

I think I'm drowning

asphyxiated

I wanna break this spell

that you've created

you're something beautiful

a contradiction

I wanna play the game

I want the friction

You will be the death of me

you will be the death of me

bury it

I won't let you bury it

I won't let you smother it

I won't let you murder it

our time is running out

our time is running out

you can't push it underground

you can't stop it screaming out

I wanted freedombound and restricted

I tried to give you up

but I'm addicted

now that you know I'm trapped

sense of elation

you'd never dream of breaking this fixation

you will squeeze the life out of me

bury it

I won't let you bury it

I won't let you smother it

I won't let you murder it

our time is running out

our time is running out

you can't push it underground

you can't stop it screaming out

how did it come to this? (ooooohh)

you will suck the life out of me

bury it

I won't let you bury it

I won't let you smother it

I won't let you murder it

our time is running out

our time is running out

you can't push it underground

you can't stop it screaming out

How did it come to this? (ooooohh)