People just pass by...
People made me sad
People made me think
People made me laugh
People made me blink
People made me cry
But most of them do nothing
And just pass by
People seem to notice but never act
It’s like they’re afraid and never react
Just when it’s over and you’re already back
Then they want to know why your whole world was black
Then they’re interested when it’s just too late
Then they finally act like your best mate
But what do you have about a consolation
When you first had to make your explanation
When all you needed was a listening ear
And someone who takes your fear
But that seems to be too much
Just too much
People made me think
People made me laugh
People made me blink
People made me cry
But most of them do nothing
And just pass by
People seem to notice but never act
It’s like they’re afraid and never react
Just when it’s over and you’re already back
Then they want to know why your whole world was black
Then they’re interested when it’s just too late
Then they finally act like your best mate
But what do you have about a consolation
When you first had to make your explanation
When all you needed was a listening ear
And someone who takes your fear
But that seems to be too much
Just too much
Reacties op dit gedicht
| M@R!PS: | Vrijdag, augustus 29, 2003 14:56 |
| Ik snap nu wat je bedoelt.. en je weet dat ik altijd een luisterend oor wil zijn.. Ik kan me geen betere vriendin als jou voorstellen... Heel veel liefs, Marissa |
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| THIERRY : | Donderdag, augustus 21, 2003 02:02 |
| Daar zit veel waarheid in wat je beschrijft...maar vroeg of later ontmoet je toch nog een echt luisterend oor...en wellicht meer !? Have a nice day... THIJO |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Mireille... | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 20 augustus 2003 | ||
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