Silver and Red
Silver and red
Every day is a fight, every day it is a battlefield,
Against the silver, against the red.
Silver, Is the one that she trusts ,
The one that she turns to when life becomes too much.
Red is the one she likes,
but that turns to hate, anger and shame.
Every day she has to hide it all, every day she feels the pain,
and she want’s a way out.
A way out of this life, this miserable thing,
what’s making it so hard for her.
Life didn’t gave her what she wanted,
Life just took it all.
And now she did realize, she has to fall.
Every day is a fight, every day it is a battlefield,
Against the silver, against the red.
Silver, Is the one that she trusts ,
The one that she turns to when life becomes too much.
Red is the one she likes,
but that turns to hate, anger and shame.
Every day she has to hide it all, every day she feels the pain,
and she want’s a way out.
A way out of this life, this miserable thing,
what’s making it so hard for her.
Life didn’t gave her what she wanted,
Life just took it all.
And now she did realize, she has to fall.
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| Auteur: Eleazara | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: pantarhei | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 09 maart 2011 | ||
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