stoned again
If I had a dollar for every time I've been wrong,
I'd be a selfmade millionare but my happyness still would be gone.
So I go out in my own style and wear my lucky shirt,
to be different...to cover the hurt.
All I wanna do is stay all day in bed,
but i'ts bad for my body and even worse for my head.
So I'll go to a place where no one asks me a thing,
It will help me to forget and help me to think.
And now im stoned again and it leads to my end,
and im scared of myself.
Cuz now its all the same the places and names,
and im scared of myself again.
Have you ever wanted to wake up from you're dreaming?
It scared me so bad I couldt control my heartbeat and breathing.
Well I'm out the door when I cant controle my feelings,
I dont wanna care or feel, i'm getting weak and tyred of fighting, its no longer appealing.
And now I'm stoned again and it leads to my end,
And im scared of myself.
Cuz its all the same the places and names,
and I'm scared of myself again.
Some people reach out right into you're soul,
and finding the hole and making it bigger.
I dont know how to think or how to feel,
my head is a mess and it just wont heal.
I'm scared of myself again.
gekkerikkiej
I'd be a selfmade millionare but my happyness still would be gone.
So I go out in my own style and wear my lucky shirt,
to be different...to cover the hurt.
All I wanna do is stay all day in bed,
but i'ts bad for my body and even worse for my head.
So I'll go to a place where no one asks me a thing,
It will help me to forget and help me to think.
And now im stoned again and it leads to my end,
and im scared of myself.
Cuz now its all the same the places and names,
and im scared of myself again.
Have you ever wanted to wake up from you're dreaming?
It scared me so bad I couldt control my heartbeat and breathing.
Well I'm out the door when I cant controle my feelings,
I dont wanna care or feel, i'm getting weak and tyred of fighting, its no longer appealing.
And now I'm stoned again and it leads to my end,
And im scared of myself.
Cuz its all the same the places and names,
and I'm scared of myself again.
Some people reach out right into you're soul,
and finding the hole and making it bigger.
I dont know how to think or how to feel,
my head is a mess and it just wont heal.
I'm scared of myself again.
gekkerikkiej
Reacties op dit gedicht
| yvonne stevens: | Donderdag, februari 26, 2004 18:44 |
| t is idd neit zo makkelijk om t knoppiej om te zetten.. hele dagen nix doen huilen en blowen en zuipen dat is een droom voor mij.. je kan egt neij zomaar je leven omdraaien.. ik heb ook alles opgehoopt en dan als er iets kleins gebeurd komt dat al harder aan omdat je al zoveel last heb moeten dragen... ik denk dat ook niejmand mij wil helpen maar volgens een vriend van mij zijn er sat mensen die je willen helpen maar door mijn ogen denk ik dat ze je niej begrijpen nu heb ik een vriend gevonden d | |
| gekkerikkiej: | Donderdag, februari 26, 2004 17:45 |
| hehe wassut maar zow makkeluks omt knoppiej om te zette maar dat helpt alleen op het moment zelf maar niet voor altijd,wat je wegstopt gaat zich ophopen en dit is het gevolg ervan mjah, eige sguld, khepput zelf zover gekregen | |
| The unreachable: | Donderdag, februari 26, 2004 09:10 |
| That's the worst fear there is...Good luck! | |
| Shabam!: | Woensdag, februari 25, 2004 23:48 |
| Kopje thee, knop om, en lekker dom tv kijken ofzo.. Kus. | |
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| Auteur: gekkerikkiej | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Frummel | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 25 februari 2004 | ||
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