The end of words
Don’t know who you can trust
What type of people are real and which not
Stressed through them and can’t focus myself
Pain is where I deal with
Great anger because dishonesty
No passion and no love and this is howI feel it
Crazy though many people
and make a decision of who I like and who not
Even little hate what grow by itself
The more disappointments the more bitterness I’ve got
and more and more desires to heaven now
The whole world may burry me as a cowerd
but I'm still that angel of God
Goodbye is what I say and make my words save
I wrote a lot and I’ll do that till the end of my journey
to the open grave
Clean and fine that’s what it is
I own almost no inspiration anymore
My inspiration runs out of my mind
So these are really my last words from the heart
write these last words letter for letter quite careful
before I begin above again from the start
Auteur: Manjula | ||
Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 21 november 2006 | ||
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