Silver rain drops
Why do I always feel like crying?
You talk to me and speak of trying
The mirror of the golden age has turned its back on me
How should I know what's good for me?
How should I know what looks good on me?
I always feel like crying
And you talk to me and speak of things
Like I should stop trying
You talk to me as if you are now
You talk to me as if you know how
Why do I always feel you're near
And you're always there
You talk to me and speak of trying
The mirror of the golden age has turned its back on me
How should I know what's good for me?
How should I know what looks good on me?
I always feel like crying
And you talk to me and speak of things
Like I should stop trying
You talk to me as if you are now
You talk to me as if you know how
Why do I always feel you're near
And you're always there
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| MizzTeaQ: | Donderdag, april 06, 2006 10:08 |
| Een verloren liefde? Herkenbaar , mooi geschreven. Sterkte! Liefs , |
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| Auteur: Robert Guss | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 april 2006 | ||
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