What face is mine..
What face is mine
Do I really want to know myself
Everything I do is such a waste
I don’t want to think about
Who’s it gonna be today
please tell me, what is my real face
It’s all behind different masks
and when it’s getting too hard
They’re so easy to pick up
but they’re not matching my heart
My life looks like a fairy tale
I talk bullshit all day long
and it’s all just because
I’m afraid to be strong
I don’t want my life to be a show
I just want my face to shine
But what’s the real me
tell me, what face is mine
Reacties op dit gedicht
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Manja Moraal | 
|
|
| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 23 juli 2004 | ||
| Thema's: | ||