The first cut is the deepest...

I met my first love when I was five.
He was experienced , yeah a mutch older guy.
We used to smoke fake papercigarettes - why I don´t know.

He was so cool at six.
He was a young version of a heroinefix.

I followed him everywhere close at his heels.
I gladly pushed him in his trolley with chrome wheels.

We used to sit in his treehouse and laugh.
Oh how fast the time would pass.

gulligt va ? mer smörigt än så kommer jag aldrig skriva ..

eller kanske , men inte visa någon iaf .. haha