Walking away.....Those days....
 

Walking away,

Walking away,
Away to a place,
A place were I can be free,
Be free to live my life on my own way,
My own way without those problems,
Those problems who are breaking me,
Breaking me and make me thinking,
Thinking of to end up my life,
My life it's just one big problem,
One big problem with only one way out,
One way out to go away forever,
Going away forever to that place,
That place were I'm free,
free to live my life on my way.....


Those days,

Those days,
They are long and full of pain,
The pain you feel,
When you see that they really hate you
and the pain when the let you down
those days are long and full of pain....

Those days,
They are long and lonely
So lonely, when you scream
Screaming for help and love
But nobody's hearing you
Those days are long and lonely

Those days,
They are long and hated
Hated because of all those problems
And don't know a way out
only the way out forever
Those days are long and hated....



Nja...moest ze gewoon ff kwijt ofzo..:o

:(.......

Als je sig zichzelf niet waarmaakt, waar ik overigens niet van overtuigd ben, slaat hij niet op je stukjes tekst. Maar. Opzich herkenbaar, maar misschien een idee om zulks in enige poëtische vorm te gieten, zomaar, voordelol enzo.

Hier kun je misschien vormideeën opdoen.