Little girl
Little girl, little cry
little bashful, little shy
little anger, little fears
little nightmares, little tears.
Getting older, growing up
insurgent, tired of shutting up
sticking to believe in faith
trying to keep down my hate.
Bigger girl, bigger cry
waiting for your tears to dry
growing anger, growing fear
getting older year by year.
Adult’s nightmares never end
no-one left to hold my hand
hate is lodging in my heart
and my mind is torn apart.
little bashful, little shy
little anger, little fears
little nightmares, little tears.
Getting older, growing up
insurgent, tired of shutting up
sticking to believe in faith
trying to keep down my hate.
Bigger girl, bigger cry
waiting for your tears to dry
growing anger, growing fear
getting older year by year.
Adult’s nightmares never end
no-one left to hold my hand
hate is lodging in my heart
and my mind is torn apart.
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| Auteur: Petite Anette | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 21 augustus 2002 | ||
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