things in my head
The leaves are falling down,
it is a spooky sound.
The mud is crawling up,
and I can't find a way to stop.
It's a nightmare to live this way,
but I'll always stay the same.
It's a mistery,
the things I can not see.
I've got nothing to confess,
only to realize that I'm next.
When my time is done,
I hope I had some fun...
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| verdrongengeest: | Vrijdag, oktober 26, 2007 17:26 |
| nobody can change the rhythem of your heart. only you can change that with your passion and dreams. GOOD LUCK |
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| Auteur: dreamstar | 
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