Some does say it with anger
Some does say it very shy
It’s sure but I can’t
I want to cry
Slipping everywhere I'm standing
Making steps on the hard iron road
But my life just still go on
Just like a quietly flowing boat
Dried eyes and a restless heart
One empty space all from the start
So I say it with anger
And not to shy
In this world it’s really sure
A person like me wants to die . . .
Auteur: Manjula | ||
Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 11 december 2006 | ||
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