Bad timing.
Would you go outside
I asked you to leave
I had enough of this ruckus
I wanna sleep
you say you're feeling lonely
I got to agree
I feel it coming slowly
slowly to me
Here comes, here comes the night train
Making a point in conversations
that I'll never hold
protect myself from the rumours
that will never be told
Choking on beauty
I usually don't even see
I'm living life through someone else
looking at me
Reacties op dit gedicht
| overdose: | Woensdag, oktober 12, 2005 17:22 |
| i think i love you to.. x overdose. |
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| Lost_Angel: | Zondag, oktober 09, 2005 15:00 |
| There is no bad timing..not really. For every door that closes, a new one will open, somewhere in the maze you're in. Never, never stop searching, until you find it..until we find it. Together. |
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| Augustijntje: | Zaterdag, oktober 08, 2005 18:27 |
| heel mooi geschreven! x! |
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| FrogCess: | Zaterdag, oktober 08, 2005 17:17 |
| Take that looking mirror and spill the Beauty in,, cause as long as you stay hiding things will be just things There is way more in life than just a bad timing :) Every bad timing has it's good sides. Your the one who's living! You can make the Dicisions! it's all about YOU! |
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| irish: | Zaterdag, oktober 08, 2005 16:12 |
| hmm I agree with the scientist.. :s ? |
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| scientist: | Zaterdag, oktober 08, 2005 16:11 |
| euhmmm "ruckus"? | |
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| Auteur: chaos | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 08 oktober 2005 | ||
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