Troubled

Ibland när jag skriver följer jag en melodi. Oftast är det så att melodin väcker en tanke hos mig som sedan utvecklas till en dikt. Förutom två undantagsfall (en gång när jag var typ åtta år och en gång förra året) så är det melodier som redan finns och som redan har en text. Sånger, på vardaglig svenska. Speciellt en melodi har talat väldigt starkt till mig. En gammal vän skrev en väldigt bra låt, med underbar musik. Kanske har du hört den. Min tolkning kommer här...

You can tell by the way she smiles, this girl is troubled.
You can tell by the look in her eyes, she is troubled.
Pictures from the past are clouding her gaze. Pain and sorrow draws a shadow on her face.
She is troubled.

And you watch her every day as she's fading away, then you say to yourself that it's never too late. It's time to bring those loose ends together.
Then you look at the stars and you whisper her name. Since the day your paths crossed, life will never again be the same.

You can tell by the way she smiles, this girl is troubled.
You can tell by the way she hides, she is troubled.
Lost in her thoughts, letting nobody in. Darkness a ghost playing over her skin.
She is troubled.

And you watch her every day as she's fading away, then you say to yourself that it's never too late. It's time to bring those loose ends together.
Then you look at the stars, your lips read out her name. Since the day your paths crossed, life will never again be the same.