Confused..
The storm in my head
it's coming over me like a nightmare,
My feet on the floor
but I can't move
I can't think any more,
My eyes are open
but it's darkness that I see,
I fall on the floor
want to scream
want to scream that I need help,
but nobody is listening
ther's nobody that even think of me,
live is killing me
The pain I feel rigt true my heart
makes me going grazy,
It's always on my mind
thoughts I want to push away
I can't stand it any more
Darkness is holding me
but I want to run away..
it's coming over me like a nightmare,
My feet on the floor
but I can't move
I can't think any more,
My eyes are open
but it's darkness that I see,
I fall on the floor
want to scream
want to scream that I need help,
but nobody is listening
ther's nobody that even think of me,
live is killing me
The pain I feel rigt true my heart
makes me going grazy,
It's always on my mind
thoughts I want to push away
I can't stand it any more
Darkness is holding me
but I want to run away..
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| The Mystery Pianist: | Donderdag, februari 15, 2007 23:44 |
| Trying to make you clear, but everyone ignores you, told them everything loud and clear, but nobody''s listening... hang on, keep strong, turn around. time is ripe to face it |
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| Auteur: Bloempje | 
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| Gepubliceerd op: 08 november 2002 | ||
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