Last Day
Last day
I’m listening to The Last Day
And I realise
This could’ve been
My last day
Memories of you
My fears, my dreams
I saw it passing by
In total darkness
I rememberd my nightmares
My fears every day
I rememberd what I was forgotten
you
And I realise
It could’ve been
My last day
I look outside the window
And see two lovebirds
Playing in the grass
And I realise
It could’ve been all over
I realise
this could’ve been
the last day
I realise
I could’ve been
Like you
DEAD...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Oorlam: | Maandag, juni 14, 2004 11:55 |
| ...maar dat is niet zo, dus laten meestuwen ind e vaart der volkeren is de beste keuze.. | |
