Can somebody tell me
Whatever I did wrong
Why I'm getting weaker
When pain should make me strong
The sandman passed my bed last night
Like stories pass my eyes
For times I slept and couldn't see
I'm now paying a price
For all the sand I've cried away
And dreams floating along
Praying for a nightmare
Endless sleep to make me strong
It's all just a bad dream
I soon will awake
I should have known better
The sandman is fake
Auteur: Reneetjeb | ||
Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 19 januari 2004 | ||
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