Private man
Once i did dare to speak an act freely,
until i was told this was not appreciated.
and so with the passing of time,
brick by brick i build this wall around me.
So i became the private man pretending to be free
behind my wall of comfort and despair.
Sometimes i let someone in for else i would loose
touch completly.
And that would mean the end of my private life,
as i become the subject of private invstigations.
Not to break me or hurt me i know,
but still it is intrusive to me.
Still my life is an exclusive event,
cause one day i will tear down these walls forgood.
And that surely won't be a one man show,
that i dare say right know!
until i was told this was not appreciated.
and so with the passing of time,
brick by brick i build this wall around me.
So i became the private man pretending to be free
behind my wall of comfort and despair.
Sometimes i let someone in for else i would loose
touch completly.
And that would mean the end of my private life,
as i become the subject of private invstigations.
Not to break me or hurt me i know,
but still it is intrusive to me.
Still my life is an exclusive event,
cause one day i will tear down these walls forgood.
And that surely won't be a one man show,
that i dare say right know!
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| Quicksilver: | Woensdag, oktober 10, 2012 12:53 |
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| Auteur: Boomvader Ruerd | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 09 oktober 2012 | ||
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