Snow
This pain.
It's insane.
It hurts my brain.
It's like Snow, on my soul.
I see my problems come and go.
As a stranger I walked around in my faith.
Self-confident, but afraid.
Ice and snow whirl shredding my skin.
By a fierce blow of the cold wind.
Crystallike shine of ice
Too bright for my eyes.
Moon light colors the sky.
I wish my thought would all die.
Deep inside I cry in pain....
So intens it drives me insane.
This was my last night.
I killed myself........After I dimmed the candelight....................
It's insane.
It hurts my brain.
It's like Snow, on my soul.
I see my problems come and go.
As a stranger I walked around in my faith.
Self-confident, but afraid.
Ice and snow whirl shredding my skin.
By a fierce blow of the cold wind.
Crystallike shine of ice
Too bright for my eyes.
Moon light colors the sky.
I wish my thought would all die.
Deep inside I cry in pain....
So intens it drives me insane.
This was my last night.
I killed myself........After I dimmed the candelight....................
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| Auteur: Niels van Schie | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ;o)x | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 24 augustus 2003 | ||
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