In my head
In my head,
They’re crying instead,
Of helping me,
Out of this misery.
All those things,
Going through my mind.
They don’t give me wings,
But make me blind.
Blind for almost everything,
But you are my immunity,
You can give me one special wing,
That makes me free from this misery.
If you look at me now,
You will see me shining,
But no matter how,
You can’t stop me dying.
They’re crying instead,
Of helping me,
Out of this misery.
All those things,
Going through my mind.
They don’t give me wings,
But make me blind.
Blind for almost everything,
But you are my immunity,
You can give me one special wing,
That makes me free from this misery.
If you look at me now,
You will see me shining,
But no matter how,
You can’t stop me dying.
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| Auteur: BU | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 10 mei 2005 | ||
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