My Game
Holding on is not my type of game,
I’d like to play fair without any fame!
Mostly I just won’t last,
for life has a pace,
which is just too fast.
I can’t ignore these things I hear behind me,
but when I look back there is nothing I can see.
Maybe I’m getting paranoid or insane,
all I know that I am not the one to blame.
For this life,
which I didn’t choose,
never lets me win it just let’s me lose!
I’d like to play fair without any fame!
Mostly I just won’t last,
for life has a pace,
which is just too fast.
I can’t ignore these things I hear behind me,
but when I look back there is nothing I can see.
Maybe I’m getting paranoid or insane,
all I know that I am not the one to blame.
For this life,
which I didn’t choose,
never lets me win it just let’s me lose!
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| Gepubliceerd op: 18 april 2002 | ||
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