Tears..
Tears..
Tears..
They keep streaming..
Thears for a fight..
A fight with my mom..
But why the fight..?
Because of me..?
Or because of my mom..?
Tears for my mom..
Or tears for not understanding myself..?
Things i don't know..
Tears I can't hide for the world..
They say crying is good..
But for me it isn't..
For me tears are wrong..!
Wrong because it's strange..
But why is it strange..?
Why wrong..?
I keep asking..
From where my strange feeling..?
The fights and tears..
But still I don't have the answer..
A answer for all my questions..!
Tears..
They keep streaming..
Thears for a fight..
A fight with my mom..
But why the fight..?
Because of me..?
Or because of my mom..?
Tears for my mom..
Or tears for not understanding myself..?
Things i don't know..
Tears I can't hide for the world..
They say crying is good..
But for me it isn't..
For me tears are wrong..!
Wrong because it's strange..
But why is it strange..?
Why wrong..?
I keep asking..
From where my strange feeling..?
The fights and tears..
But still I don't have the answer..
A answer for all my questions..!
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| Auteur: chantiej | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 18 oktober 2005 | ||
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