Soft and saint
Don’t pick up the phone next time
This was the last call
with my head
I’ll pull it out
The race with the voices
You watched me sleep
Now that I’m awake
I’m taking the sidewalk
And run
I’m forsaken
In the presence
In the palm of your hand
Everyday they give me
a different view
And walk away with
parts of me
I don’t know what’s right sometimes
So would you
Protect my skin
And flow me inside
Please keep me
I’m the mid-life in my youngest years
Please keep me safe
It’s so good to know you
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| Auteur: Tershi | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 01 maart 2006 | ||
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