Tomorrow is the same like yesterday
I’m sick of waiting here for nothing
God doesn’t hear me
And I wish people gave me something
Frozen inside
But I still can bleed
You can cover my eyes
But I still can see
This world a rotten mess
Looking at peoples faces
Seeing feelings I can’t posses
Wish I could go to other spaces
But I’m stuck on the ground
Can’t fly away and can’t hide
The words to describe can’t be found
Sometimes I’m so sick of my stupid pride
It holds me back from the things I want to say
And sometimes I talk to much and need to shut up
Tomorrow is the same like yesterday
The youth turns out the be fucked up
But all we do is sit around and wait for judgement day
And tomorrow will be the same rotten mess like yesterday
God doesn’t hear me
And I wish people gave me something
Frozen inside
But I still can bleed
You can cover my eyes
But I still can see
This world a rotten mess
Looking at peoples faces
Seeing feelings I can’t posses
Wish I could go to other spaces
But I’m stuck on the ground
Can’t fly away and can’t hide
The words to describe can’t be found
Sometimes I’m so sick of my stupid pride
It holds me back from the things I want to say
And sometimes I talk to much and need to shut up
Tomorrow is the same like yesterday
The youth turns out the be fucked up
But all we do is sit around and wait for judgement day
And tomorrow will be the same rotten mess like yesterday
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Meijeringen: | Zondag, december 02, 2007 22:18 |
| waiting..rissing sun is comming...a rotting mess before a new life starts..(rececling) | |
| H.J.: | Zondag, december 02, 2007 21:57 |
| Wat een narigheid green eyes begrijp het wel, maar wil toch zeggen dat God je wel degelijk hoort. kusss H.J. |
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| Auteur: Grin | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 02 december 2007 | ||
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