My sort of home
I never really feel relieved
Of torsing unwillingly
The past and now
Dreams of the future me
I try to define my hopes
And try to give anwser to(o)
Questions I never asked
Trying the best I can do
I often feel a little empty
As if I’m missing out
But I’m filled with angst
And angre wants to shout:
‘I so often feel restrained
To duties I seem to own
But all I only want is
My own sort of home!’
Of torsing unwillingly
The past and now
Dreams of the future me
I try to define my hopes
And try to give anwser to(o)
Questions I never asked
Trying the best I can do
I often feel a little empty
As if I’m missing out
But I’m filled with angst
And angre wants to shout:
‘I so often feel restrained
To duties I seem to own
But all I only want is
My own sort of home!’
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| Auteur: jorinde | 
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| Gepubliceerd op: 24 september 2005 | ||
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