try to explain
my life goes on each minute,
the clock goes on all day.
sometimes I hope that clock will stop,
and my pain would go away.
people try to understand,
the pain that I am in.
they ask me if I can explain,
so where shall I begin.
But I just can’t say it right,
The words come out confused.
The ones I needed to say
Weren’t the ones I used.
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| Adurothiel: | Maandag, november 08, 2004 21:37 |
| mooi... goed lopend, en veelbetekenend. En gewoon proberen te zeggen wat je denkt he :) -x- |
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| Auteur: ~**~little-missiej~**~ | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 08 november 2004 | ||
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