Disturbed Temple
My thoughts keep flowing trough my head, wont leave me alone. But when I try to deal with them, they just seem to be gone.
Don't know what to say or do, if I should make them stay.
But when they pop up in my head, it makes me want to pray.
They just keep floating in my dome, roaming in the void.
And its not even helping me, just getting me annoyed.
Don't know what they mean to me.
What they want me to be.
I try to sort things all those things out. But i just cannot release.
When i try to grip on one, my hands just seem to freeze.
Crack open my crowded skull, and sort my thoughts for me.
please.
Don't know what to say or do, if I should make them stay.
But when they pop up in my head, it makes me want to pray.
They just keep floating in my dome, roaming in the void.
And its not even helping me, just getting me annoyed.
Don't know what they mean to me.
What they want me to be.
I try to sort things all those things out. But i just cannot release.
When i try to grip on one, my hands just seem to freeze.
Crack open my crowded skull, and sort my thoughts for me.
please.
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| Allysson: | Vrijdag, juli 10, 2015 14:26 |
| mooi beschreven | |
| trucker klaas: | Zondag, maart 31, 2013 20:48 |
| verwarring alom ... groet ,klaas |
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| Auteur: Touch-Of-Fate | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 31 maart 2013 | ||
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