Sometimes
Sometimes...
Sometimes I just like to sit in the park
Sometimes I just wonder why
Sometimes I sit in my room in the dark
Sometimes I just wanna cry
Sometimes I just like to hold someones hand
Sometimes I just wanna fly
Sometimes I want people to understand
That sometimes I just wanna die
The poisend arms of this lonely tree will slowely break
Wondering when this nightmare is over and when I will awake
Silently thinking of beautiful thoughts in my head
Hoping that all this is over as soon as I'm dead
Quietly breathing in and out
My heart just wants to sream and shout
But inside I remain calm and strong
Hiding my feelings for the world, knowing that it's wrong
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| Gioi: | Woensdag, juni 04, 2003 02:21 |
| O pain you try to make me change, and someday i just might But now i will continue this, though i dont know why i fight. I guess that if i stop my fight, what then comes i dont know At least the pain is known to me, my partner in my show. But then again, i ask myself, why dont i try to tell The pain that hides, deep in my mind, the hardship and the hell But then my pain convinces me, there's no one that would care, And i sit back, in this silent park, and silent |
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| Auteur: ~*Missy*~ | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 04 juni 2003 | ||
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