I know it's hard to think,
when you've got nobody to think of.
I know it's hard to life,
when you've got nobody to life for.
I know it's hard to love,
when you've got nobody to love of.
I know it's hard to give,
when you've got nobody to give to.
I know how you feel,
and please don't get me wronge.
It's just the way I feel,
I don't wanna end my life,
Because I'm waiting for you my love...
(Beeke 'n triestige beu, beeke ook ni, stom examens eh. Da's meer geschreven in 'n lieke-style. Yep, kweet, doe da soms geerne eh! Ge moogt altijd mening zeggen.)