oke, de laatste van vandaag.. no more believe in fairytales
 

No more believe in fairytales

As I wondered how this beautiful night
Could become the worst one in my life
The perfect stranger stopped the fight
And my mothers words where in my mind:

You don't have to be afraid
Cause you will meet him someday
You will recognise his ways
He'll be your angel

And so I met my angel
This would be my guard
A friend whom I will cherish
As the protector of my heart

But my angel left his wings and past behind
He was the last angel in my mind
So now that all my angels had died
I lost my hopes and I cried

No more believe in fairytales…

(ik zie nu dat hij wel heel erg rijmt, maar ik heb het NIET gedaan om de rijm....)

pr8ig past ook wel een beetje bij mij en dat vind ik er leuk aan.

mooi