Thoughts
Rainy days,
falls out of the clear blue sky,
so many ways,
asking myself why.
Why do i do what i do,
every choise i make,
what is true,
and what is fake.
The difference is hard to see,
hope is hard to find,
i want to be me,
without troubles on my mind
When is it my time,
to feel like me again,
to rise and to shine,
i ask myself when.
There has to come an end,
to this,
to stop to pretend,
whatever this is
I need to find my way,
to deal, to coop,
the way to that perticulair day,
that gives me hope.
To find that girl with so many ambitions,
that could tkae the whole world on her shoulder,
not questening or doubting her own decisions,
why has she lost her passion while she got older.
Taking one step at the time,
feels like going two steps back,
nothing seems to feel fine,
still too many days feeling like a wreck.
I need to fight against my own mind,
that still stands in my way,
i really need to find,
that one perticulair day..
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 17 juli 2008 | ||
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