Turns and doors
What if I don't know who I am anymore?
But everyone else seems too.
What if I lay down on the cold floor?
My life passed in a flight.
Where did I took a right turn?
The years seem to be gone,
for so very long.
I can't imagine having fun.
Without being on the run,
for my own thoughts.
Wish I could laugh about,
stupid jokes and be without doubt.
What if I lost myself a long time ago?
And I don't know what to do.
What if I just close this door?
But everyone else seems too.
What if I lay down on the cold floor?
My life passed in a flight.
Where did I took a right turn?
The years seem to be gone,
for so very long.
I can't imagine having fun.
Without being on the run,
for my own thoughts.
Wish I could laugh about,
stupid jokes and be without doubt.
What if I lost myself a long time ago?
And I don't know what to do.
What if I just close this door?
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| Auteur: Skydancer | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 maart 2008 | ||
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