They are here...
They are saying things in my head
Things that are pretty bad
I wish I could make them go away
So I wouldn't have to hear to whay they say
They are showing things everywhere
They say that I belong there
I wish I could make them gone
So I wouldn't had to ask where they come from
Things that are pretty bad
I wish I could make them go away
So I wouldn't have to hear to whay they say
They are showing things everywhere
They say that I belong there
I wish I could make them gone
So I wouldn't had to ask where they come from
Reacties op dit gedicht
| The unreachable: | Zaterdag, april 03, 2004 12:05 |
| Ja, één lekkere warboel...hihi..toch best leuk, hoor ;-) | |
| Sankara: | Donderdag, april 01, 2004 23:36 |
| Klopt.. Maar ik kan niet verwoorden wat ik zie of wat ik hoor... Het is te verward allemaal | |
| Cappy: | Donderdag, april 01, 2004 23:32 |
| Ik heb het gevoel dat het nog niet helemaal af is. Je wil nog meer zeggen althans dat gevoel heb ik. kortom .. er is iets maar nog geen eind |
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| Auteur: Sankara | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 01 april 2004 | ||
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