I
Together on just one path,
Me and myself.
Together, not any privicy,
Always been looked.
Frightening is the main sense,
Right now.
The devil is comin’,
We’ll have to run.
Me is gone,
Myself is where I am.
I want to become me,
But the devil’s got myself.
Our mother cries,
When she has got to look at me,
When I’m gone.
And the devil’s got myself.
I’m listening,
To the voices around me,
I’m feeling myself,
Crap.
Me and myself.
Together, not any privicy,
Always been looked.
Frightening is the main sense,
Right now.
The devil is comin’,
We’ll have to run.
Me is gone,
Myself is where I am.
I want to become me,
But the devil’s got myself.
Our mother cries,
When she has got to look at me,
When I’m gone.
And the devil’s got myself.
I’m listening,
To the voices around me,
I’m feeling myself,
Crap.
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 12 januari 2007 | ||
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