Run
Why should we run,
when there’s no place to hide.
Never grab your gun,
when there’s another way out.
Why trust your friends,
when they seem to be lying.
When your life ends,
they’ll become useless.
Why is the world so painful,
even with it’s love.
Why are we not useful,
on this great earth.
when there’s no place to hide.
Never grab your gun,
when there’s another way out.
Why trust your friends,
when they seem to be lying.
When your life ends,
they’ll become useless.
Why is the world so painful,
even with it’s love.
Why are we not useful,
on this great earth.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Mayadegeit: | Zondag, september 14, 2008 16:13 |
| ik niet :) dat niet natuurlijk. ik ben een opgefokte klipgeit.. haaks over de wand heen racen.. xxx | |
| Mayadegeit: | Zondag, september 14, 2008 16:11 |
| omdat we hersenloze schapen in de hebberige kudde zijn; onder andere.. | |
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| Auteur: Metztlie | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Marina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 september 2008 | ||
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