Ignorance is a bliss.
Locked up, cheated and filled with oblivion.
Every-day feelings, the morning sun and the evening bliss.
I count the hours, days, months but nothing changes.
Red eyes, long tears and a heart full of pain.
Every-day feelings, the morning sun and the evening bliss.
I count the hours, days, months but nothing changes.
Red eyes, long tears and a heart full of pain.
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| snake642: | Woensdag, oktober 09, 2013 15:13 |
| erg herkenbaar! hours days months and YEARS heb ik vele teksten over geschreven mooi kort en bondig acid! |
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