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addiction.
it all started when the sun dissapeared
a feeling of sadness without reason, so weird. tell my friends: no, today i wanna be on my own 5 minutes later im crying cuz i feel alone. all sad things in life suddenly come back everything what was white, turns into black. crying whole day, my heart hurts so much. longing for a hold, someone to touch. and the next day believe me it for sure is true im dancing , singing and yes laughing too. but it wasnt once and it was getting worse. when it began it wouldnt stop , just like a curse. and then i met someone, became my dearest friend. made me feel happy, was my helping hand. he was my own dirty secret no one ever saw. the adverse didnt matter , like pain in my jaw. all things that were hurting me , he made them dissapear. i had nothing to lose, to live for and nothing to fear. but the more i fell in love, the more i wanted to know. whats his name, his plan and where will we go? he said i would be happy, my soul he would sell. told me his name is addiction and were driving to hell. |
Waarom schrijf je in het Engels? Ik mijd die taal namelijk zelf altijd omdat ik daar niet taalvaardig genoeg ben en (te)veel fouten maak en ik merk dat jouw Engels ook niet het beste is. Is het niet handiger om dan in het Nederlands te schrijven, zodat je zinnen taalkundig in ieder geval kloppen? :O
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