my life
my life
flowers in the field
dew over the grass
back for a while
for what my life was
I remeber my life
it feels as cold as ice
face through the window
one look in paradise
days become years
buried under stone
the sun became overshadowd
as the soul alone
alone on the earth
nower lucky fake
withering is life
she makes everything break
but there's another day tomorrow
happy people passed me
but I feel only sorrow
I try to scream
and that's the end of my terrible dream...
flowers in the field
dew over the grass
back for a while
for what my life was
I remeber my life
it feels as cold as ice
face through the window
one look in paradise
days become years
buried under stone
the sun became overshadowd
as the soul alone
alone on the earth
nower lucky fake
withering is life
she makes everything break
but there's another day tomorrow
happy people passed me
but I feel only sorrow
I try to scream
and that's the end of my terrible dream...
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| Auteur: woahh | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 04 december 2002 | ||
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