Alone
Lonely
Waiting
For her to come
to give me something to live for,
someone to dy for
I'm tired of searching
tired of waiting
tired of being hurt
I'm tired ...
But I can't sleep
Cause, I'm lonely ...
Waiting
For her to come
to give me something to live for,
someone to dy for
I'm tired of searching
tired of waiting
tired of being hurt
I'm tired ...
But I can't sleep
Cause, I'm lonely ...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| MayadeBij: | Dinsdag, september 24, 2002 16:31 |
| Wachten is altijd kut, en je schiet er ook zo weinig mee op, doorgaans. Ik ben ervan overtuigd dat ze komt, waarschijnlijk sneller dan je denkt, zelfs. Kus! | |
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| Auteur: MG | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: 260580 | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 24 september 2002 | ||
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