I am my own king.
I live in silence
Cause I’m weak.
The darkness is surrounding me
Cause I won’t speak.
I’m crying with
My back against the door.
I’m losing myself
Cause I can’t fight anymore.
Don’t worry humanity
I will be gone soon.
Don’t cry for me.
I will be gone with the next full moon.
I can speak so many words
In a language that doesn’t exist.
For not understanding, you’re not the one to blame.
It’s me, running trough the mist.
Stop trying to understand me
Don’t fight for the impossible thing.
I make my own rules
I am my own king.
Cause I’m weak.
The darkness is surrounding me
Cause I won’t speak.
I’m crying with
My back against the door.
I’m losing myself
Cause I can’t fight anymore.
Don’t worry humanity
I will be gone soon.
Don’t cry for me.
I will be gone with the next full moon.
I can speak so many words
In a language that doesn’t exist.
For not understanding, you’re not the one to blame.
It’s me, running trough the mist.
Stop trying to understand me
Don’t fight for the impossible thing.
I make my own rules
I am my own king.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| memy: | Zaterdag, februari 24, 2007 19:38 |
| I am my own king? misschien had je daar queen van moeten maken... kus mark |
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| Auteur: Evannah Una Brianna | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 23 februari 2007 | ||
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