this day
This day….
This day is nothing like an ordinary day….
It is filled with thoughts….every minute the same thoughts
What will I do to get trough the day….
What can I do to make myself useful?
What can I do to have some fun?
Sitting here all day long….
Imagining how life would be if it wasn’t the way it is…
How life would be if lived somewhere else….
Just imagining to keep myself busy….
How I could go and visit a friend….
How I could have fun tonight going out…..
How I could get trough this day…..
……if it wasn’t snowing…….
This day is nothing like an ordinary day….
It is filled with thoughts….every minute the same thoughts
What will I do to get trough the day….
What can I do to make myself useful?
What can I do to have some fun?
Sitting here all day long….
Imagining how life would be if it wasn’t the way it is…
How life would be if lived somewhere else….
Just imagining to keep myself busy….
How I could go and visit a friend….
How I could have fun tonight going out…..
How I could get trough this day…..
……if it wasn’t snowing…….
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| Auteur: alice_iwl | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 10 februari 2003 | ||
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