So tired of crying
So tired of tears,
so tired of crying
I don't want it anymore,
I don't wanna cry.
All these years,
what I cryed,
I could make my own sea.
A sea with a beach,
With nice trea's
and a good life...
But this is all a dream,
a dream that will never come true.
Cause I don't get a nice life
cause I got this life..
And this life isn't fun,
it's to hard,
and if I had a gun,
I wasn't here anymore..
Reacties op dit gedicht
| [N]i.kita: | Vrijdag, mei 05, 2006 23:45 |
| olso dreams can come true.. if you believe in them.. sow they can come to you.. just be a wiseman.. just hold on to the think that you like.. and then you would find the things that you like super gedicht.. kan ik me der in verplaatsen liefs |
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| Auteur: GoldenSoul | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 mei 2006 | ||
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