All the little things...
Lying in my bed,
Thinking about tomorrow.
I'm feeling tired, tired of life.
Right now I just want to sleep,
to sleep without waking up.
Only because I'm tired of life.
I'm staring trough my window,
realising I can't just sit and wait.
Sit and wait till my life becomes usefull.
Because in life, we all will notice little things.
And only if you appreachiate those things, you'll notice your life get some colour again.
So, if you ever feel lonely or useless.
Just look outside and try to enjoy the beautifull things you see.
Because only then you can enjoy life.
Thinking about tomorrow.
I'm feeling tired, tired of life.
Right now I just want to sleep,
to sleep without waking up.
Only because I'm tired of life.
I'm staring trough my window,
realising I can't just sit and wait.
Sit and wait till my life becomes usefull.
Because in life, we all will notice little things.
And only if you appreachiate those things, you'll notice your life get some colour again.
So, if you ever feel lonely or useless.
Just look outside and try to enjoy the beautifull things you see.
Because only then you can enjoy life.
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| Precious Things: | Maandag, mei 17, 2004 19:16 |
| Little things do mean a lot at times, when depression is out of sight, I hope you feel the same way too ;) |
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| Auteur: lAuraa^ | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 17 mei 2004 | ||
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