The Swing
The Swing
Silenty I sweep
Sweeping on this swing of mine
Thinking my thoughts are mine to keep
Faking I’m feeling just fine
My feelings swing along with me
Swinging inside my head
Confusing and I fear to be
Alone, misunderstood, and mad
I can’t understand my moodchange
Can’t explain this anger against myself
I find myself living in a rage
No one seems to listen, ARE YOU DEAF?
Silenty I sweep
Sweeping on this swing of mine
Thinking my thoughts are mine to keep
Faking I’m feeling just fine
My feelings swing along with me
Swinging inside my head
Confusing and I fear to be
Alone, misunderstood, and mad
I can’t understand my moodchange
Can’t explain this anger against myself
I find myself living in a rage
No one seems to listen, ARE YOU DEAF?
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| Auteur: Niki Dicker | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ;o)x | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 oktober 2003 | ||
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