Burried
It's getting colder,
I need another, wouldn't bother,
for a cryin' shoulder..
It's getting me numb,
no not related, I get suffocated,
and I still feel so dumb..
Bothered to say,
eye to eye, no reason why,
while another second clicks away..
None of us is straight,
I need another, wouldn't bother,
..if.. still burried underneath worlds weight..
Auteur: sorriso promise | ||
Gecontroleerd door: Carama | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 23 mei 2004 | ||
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