The sun is shining, but it's rainin
The sun is shining,
but she brings me no joy.
I feel her warmth across my face,
yet, I'm freezing inside.
In my head it is raining.
Raining worries, about what to do and what not,
what to tell and what to keep as a secret.
I would rather run, run away from the sun, and the rain.
But where would I end up? Do you know a place?...
but she brings me no joy.
I feel her warmth across my face,
yet, I'm freezing inside.
In my head it is raining.
Raining worries, about what to do and what not,
what to tell and what to keep as a secret.
I would rather run, run away from the sun, and the rain.
But where would I end up? Do you know a place?...
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| Auteur: weerwolfjuhn | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 november 2006 | ||
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