Divorce (16.11.1998)
I was 8, and I was angry most of the time. My mother had gotten full custody, and took us away to her new apartment. Since finding out, dad had lots of fights with mom. I never saw him again after we moved. I couldn’t stand my new school either.
You're nothing more than a shallow self-centered bastard
You always said you'd be there, be here
You could have till you left her, left us, used us
There is nothing you can tell us to help us
No interaction no sign of affection
I thought it was beneath you
I've had enough of you, I've had enough of this
The lives that you're affecting
The ones that you're neglecting
I, feel my hate sizzling
You're our own fucking quisling
No more
Mom, Dad
No more
Mom, Dad
No more
Hope you know you fucked us all
Feel it, see it
The lives that you're affecting
The ones that you're neglecting
I, feel my hate sizzling
You're our own fucking quisling
[Jakob: 1:40]
It was too hard but we still tried
We'll say this end could be a start
We'll never know unless we try
I'll figure out the how and when
With a heart still stuck on why
It was too hard but we still tried
I'll say it's all for the best
It's what you wanted I guess
[Simen: 2:10]
Where will I stay?
Your or his house?
Will you see me?
Every weekend?
You are here but I am still all alone
In a hollow house and my hollow heart
Could this just be forgotten?
I think it's even to late to try
It was the best of times
It was the worst of times
But now there is nothing
Could I get myself up again?
Or will I sink down this path by myself?