My light
My light
You were my light
When my whole life was black
I’m scared ‘cause I don’t see you
I’m dieing to get you back
I’m searching for you
Whole day and night
I’m just lieing in bed
Waiting for the morning light
And while I’m lieing there
I’m thinking about my life
Now I’m not searching for a light anymore
I’m just searching for a knife
You were my light
When my whole life was black
I’m scared ‘cause I don’t see you
I’m dieing to get you back
I’m searching for you
Whole day and night
I’m just lieing in bed
Waiting for the morning light
And while I’m lieing there
I’m thinking about my life
Now I’m not searching for a light anymore
I’m just searching for a knife
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Hans Kilian: | Woensdag, oktober 27, 2004 16:15 |
| Nederlands kan ook heel mooi zijn. | |
| *just a girl*: | Donderdag, juni 20, 2002 18:54 |
| so do I little one don't go everything gonna be alright xxxkimmekexxx |
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| Auteur: slightly twisted | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 20 juni 2002 | ||
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