Jag förstår inte hur man skall kunna vara oberörd när folk pratar så gott om M.J

När Brook Sheilds(?) står på sen och skakar när hon skall tala om honom. 

När hans bror går upp på scenen och sjunger hans favoritlåt. 

Det är för mig omöjligt att inte fälla tårar

Nu har min älskade far varit här och kikat på mitt cykeldäck/hjul.

Det var tydligen en hel del hål på slangen på grund av att fäljbandet var i dåligt skick så det skyddade inte skruvarna så skruvarna var direkt på slangen, och då blir det hål.

måste alltså skaffa mig ett nytt fäljband. 

Pack up, I've had enough, that's it, I quit
Give up, you win, I lose, you win
You choose, you stay
I'll go, you stay, I lose

I used to be a dreamer
But I realize that it's not my style at all
In fact it becomes clearer that a dreamer
Doesn't stand a chance at all

Get out of here
Get out of here
Get out
Do I make myself clear

No way, I must go, can't stay, must run
No chance, I can't give a second chance
No hope, there's no hope for you now
No romance, no more romance

No how, no how could we stay together
No need, I have no need for you now
No fear, no fear of you no more

Get out of here
Get out of here
Do I make myself clear
Pack up, give in, go home, get out

I used to be a dreamer
But I realized that it's not my style at all
In fact it becomes clearer that a dreamer
Doesn't stand a chance at all

And I've become bitter
For I believe that this is better
No matter, whatever, whenever
We can never ever stay together
Get out of here
Go

Do I make myself plain
I don't want to ever see you again
Get out of here

Pack up, give in, get out of here
Rev up, go away, get out of here
Give in, go home, right away, get to
Pack up, give in, give up, rev up
Go away ... out Thanks Philip