Tekstforfatter: Jacob Krogvold
Komponist: Ole Petter Andreassen

I had one of those moments. I had one of those days. You know
when everything rubs me in all the wrong ways. You know how I
choose to be likeable. I chose to be sweet. Yet somehow, somehow
I got to be 43. So let me show you the insides of me. In a matter
of seconds you will know me.

No. I will wrap the bad up into a little black ball just to see how
hard it gets. My hurts, my wrongdoings, my anything at all, oh my
regrets. No, I will never stop, ever, I will stumble, I will fall. What
I’ve got to hide will stay on the inside. So I can see how hard it gets.
Now, despite all my efforts and my sensitive ways she has one of
those moments. She is never OK, is she? How could I forget? How
could I not know? Well I guess her feet were there, and I know
when they are, I will step on her toes.

I should share my burden, tell a man about my hurting. Give him
an hour, let him know me. No. I will wrap the bad up into a little
black ball. See how hard it gets. My hurts, my wrongdoings, my
everything and all, all my regrets. No, I will never stop, ever, I will
stumble, I will fall. What I got to hide will stay on the inside. So I
can see how hard it gets. See how hard it gets? See how hard it gets.
I have decided. I will withhold, I will deny it. I will see how hard
it gets. I will never stop ever, got nothing, got all, got secrets, got
lies, and they stay on the inside. Admission denied.