Confusion
Confusion ...
On sad days,
I feel the anger ripping me apart
On happy days,
I feel the joy in my hart
Every day,
I feel the hate running through my vains
I know them,
I feel them, I am them...
But do they know who I am, what I think, what I feel,...
Confused...
On sad days,
I feel the anger ripping me apart
On happy days,
I feel the joy in my hart
Every day,
I feel the hate running through my vains
I know them,
I feel them, I am them...
But do they know who I am, what I think, what I feel,...
Confused...
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| Gecontroleerd door: fox_bert | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 28 april 2005 | ||
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