finding my own way
Every damn word I say is wrong,
Every damn action I make is made undone,
I can’t do anything right, even if I try with all my might,
But it all ends with a sigh of my friends.
Saying that I should just give up the fight,
That I will never see the light of happiness,
‘it’s not made for you,’
But I put my hands on my ears and shout FUCK YOU!
I make my own future, I don’t need you guys,
To boss me around, looking at me with your mocking eyes,
Making sure I do what you want me to do,
I won’t give up the fight until I’ve defeated you, with your lies,
And your plans for the future with me,
I can decide myself when to go and see,
if I can make it on my own, weither I will rise or go down,
in the abyss of mainstream, dieing steadily,
and when I’m dead, you will look at me,
and say about me:
He had his own will, and he will be as strong as the sea.
Every damn action I make is made undone,
I can’t do anything right, even if I try with all my might,
But it all ends with a sigh of my friends.
Saying that I should just give up the fight,
That I will never see the light of happiness,
‘it’s not made for you,’
But I put my hands on my ears and shout FUCK YOU!
I make my own future, I don’t need you guys,
To boss me around, looking at me with your mocking eyes,
Making sure I do what you want me to do,
I won’t give up the fight until I’ve defeated you, with your lies,
And your plans for the future with me,
I can decide myself when to go and see,
if I can make it on my own, weither I will rise or go down,
in the abyss of mainstream, dieing steadily,
and when I’m dead, you will look at me,
and say about me:
He had his own will, and he will be as strong as the sea.
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| Auteur: The Mystery Pianist | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 01 oktober 2006 | ||
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