Standing here
Grey bedsheets are covering the icy blue sky
birds hide in trees
as if they can't fly
On the TV, people are screaming at each other in Spanish,
no romantic comedies
and the rest is just rubbish.
Business people and housewives are running down the streets
not looking up or behind
as if there's only one thing they need
and I'm just standing here
there's nothing I can change
not even that disappointed look, on my ice cold face.
birds hide in trees
as if they can't fly
On the TV, people are screaming at each other in Spanish,
no romantic comedies
and the rest is just rubbish.
Business people and housewives are running down the streets
not looking up or behind
as if there's only one thing they need
and I'm just standing here
there's nothing I can change
not even that disappointed look, on my ice cold face.
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| Auteur: Emmynator | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: pantarhei | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 24 juni 2010 | ||
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