Another broken dream
And yet, Another broken dream,
No voice left, though I would like to scream.
Tears keep coming for a couple of days.
Broken and hurt in so many ways.
Why do I even believe in this lie, called love?
Why does hope grows like the flight of the white dove,
When will I learn I am not worth the fight.
So many people tell me I am, but then take away my sight.
My sight of being happy and not afraid.
Just every time my love will get betrayed.
Every fucking time my heart is ripped out
Leaving me gasping for air, and no room to shout.
I keep on believing I can be loved and cared about.
But when I finally do, my heart will once again be ripped out.
Remaining me lifeless with just so many why’s
When will I finally stop the never ending try’s
In the end I will always belong here, where I know sit,
Alone, broken, feeling like shit..
Bart kempers © 2009
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Gepubliceerd op: 28 januari 2009 | ||
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