Illusions are trying to make things better.
Write my song till I feel good.
My confusion is flowing slowly away,
like a stranger.

Fighting for a place to live.
I try to see it in a different way.
Sitting down for the wurst crime,
that slowly awakes.

Give me a reason for life and me,
there's so much confusion.
All I am is what love makes me,
this is my pride.


Toegevoegd door walter op ma 10 apr, 2006 9:57 am

Auteur: Tangarine
Componist: Tangarine
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Taal: Engels


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