Busride Home
The further we go,
back home I guess.
The more I get the feeling,
I've made a huge mess.
That everyone hates me,
both my friends and my foes.
I don't know why,
but that's the way it goes.
Time passes slowly,
a second at a time.
Wish I could redo all
than now I'd feel fine.
Still I know not what I've done,
Have I done anything wrong?
Or is it my imagination,
Fuck, this busride takes too damn long...
back home I guess.
The more I get the feeling,
I've made a huge mess.
That everyone hates me,
both my friends and my foes.
I don't know why,
but that's the way it goes.
Time passes slowly,
a second at a time.
Wish I could redo all
than now I'd feel fine.
Still I know not what I've done,
Have I done anything wrong?
Or is it my imagination,
Fuck, this busride takes too damn long...
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| Gecontroleerd door: bevertje | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 01 januari 1970 | ||
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