My other me
Snow was falling from high above,
and brought back memories of those I love.
Do not show them often, how I feel,
need time and space, so I can heal.
Time left some scars, deep within,
veroorzaakt door hun, die ik bemin.
Zoals ik mij voel, van tijd tot tijd,
schrijf ik mijn woorden maar zonder spijt.
In twee gereten alsnog door hen,
because of what I prefer, of what I am.
Therefore I live this double life,
they would not understand of what I sacrifice.
So please do not judge me, wanneer ik spreek,
of those in my dream, when I am asleep.
I will not hate them, for what they did,
maar leef met spijt voor hun onbegrip.