When you look at me...
When I see people look at me
I think I can read their minds.
I always think they hate me.
I want everybody to look at me
and I want them to say they love me.
I don't understand all the hate
the world holds.
We are all the same color
when you turn off the lights.
We all breath the same air
so we are all the same.
I want to see you true color.
So when you look at me...
don't hate me!
I think I can read their minds.
I always think they hate me.
I want everybody to look at me
and I want them to say they love me.
I don't understand all the hate
the world holds.
We are all the same color
when you turn off the lights.
We all breath the same air
so we are all the same.
I want to see you true color.
So when you look at me...
don't hate me!
Reacties op dit gedicht
| iedertje: | Zondag, januari 12, 2003 09:47 |
| mooi hoor,heb ook vaak dat gevoel. maar als ik dan zie hoe ik zelf ben ... Het lijkt veel gemakkelijker iemand te haten dan er van te houden.Ik hoop dat dit ooit veranderd.Ik probeer er in ieder geval aan te werken. | |
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| Auteur: Cariño | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 augustus 2002 | ||
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