On the rocks.
You stumble and cry, you fall
And you die.
And no-one ever noticed.
Without a care in the world
You meander across the streets
Talk to all the people
And fade into the background
And every night you come back
To take into your arms
The shuddering city, as she screams
And spins and turns, and falters.
You combat the disdained looks with
Icy attitudes, and yet you stumble on the rocks
And you fall, and die, and no-one noticed
And you go to sleep in a cardboard box.
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| Auteur: Mysticelfje |  
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| Gepubliceerd op: 13 september 2008 | ||
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