Kill me
skills under sea level
bills flooding my be level
tossing me like a coin
i guess i did it myself
reached for a forbidden shelf
what can you do
i am the one who
fitted that shoe
but in the end
i am blinking
on my own titanic
while it is sinking
to much thinking
to less drinking
i am done they say
called out of play
no more master of
night and day
just a speck
of a sunray
to which the blind
feel obligated to pray
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| Auteur: David de Vreer |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 28 september 2015 | ||
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