is dit wat ?
 

Fighting as a little kid
Because there was no good medicine it
Hard time’s on school
Because what I had, was something no one knew
No friend’s in my youth
My own father couldn’t stand my disease any longer

A face so red
Laughs around my back
Voices in the hall
They are so tall and I’m so small
Scabs on our naked face’s
Always feeling alone because for us there is no one
We have it difficult enough, without you being rough
We feel alone on this world, if you would have the same, you would knew
Just pay some fucking respect for the pain we’ve been through

Strange looking face’s in my way
Every time I woke up, I wouldn’t want another day
Feeling so insecure
Didn’t want me to see myself in the mirror anymore
I was an easy target
I was on the tease market
Why can’t they see, I never wanted this to be
I’m just like anyone, but still I stand alone in the evening sun

A face so red
Laughs around my back
Voices in the hall
They are so tall and I’m so small
Scabs on our naked face’s
Always feeling alone because for us there is no one
We have it difficult enough, without you being rough
We feel alone on this world, if you would have the same, you would knew
Just pay some fucking respect for the pain we’ve been through

But after all this pain, after this many fall
Now I know who I can call
Now I can break down this wall
Made by all those people that stare me to death
But they didn’t succeed, every day I still breathe
Loving my girlfriend that believed in me
After all these torture my heart and kindness still remain
I didn’t gave up after all that pain
Time for me to take off this chain
No after all I can’t complain
If I wanted to miss this, I would be insane

A face so red
Laughs around my back
Voices in the hall
They are so tall and I’m so small
Scabs on our naked face’s
Always feeling alone because for us there is no one
We have it difficult enough, without you being rough
We feel alone on this world, if you would have the same, you would knew

Just pay some fucking respect for the pain we’ve been through
Just pay some fucking respect for the pain we’ve been through
Just pay some fucking respect for the pain we’ve been through
Pay some fucking respect
Just pay respect


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Graag wat commetaar ?

ik weet precies wat je bedoelt, je boodschap komt 100% over en, geloof me, ik weet precies hoe dat voelt. Je engels is mooi, simpel en goed gekozen, ik heb hier bijna niks op aan te merken de herhaling van het 2e couplet past er goed in, ik vind het laaste 'couplet' niet zo mooi, dat mag van mij wel wat anders

ja ik denk dat ik zie wat je bedoelt, maar ik heb daar eigelijk ook weer een argument voor, dit is gescheven als een ''song'', daarom het afbouwende refrein... maar nu je het zegt denk ik hem toch aan te gaan passen ;)... als er vraag naar is heb ik nog wel wat ( wel allemaal in het engels, ligt me toch meer om te vertellen wat ik wil vertellen )

is het geschreven als een song? dat verandert het helemaal, dan staat die laaste regels juist wel goed, ligt er wel aan hoe het gezonge werd natuulijk :D

Te veel spelfouten...

Ben nu even te lui om ze er allemaal uit te halen.

reageer dan niet ofzo

je zou het ook als hint kunnen zien om ze eruit te halen... dat maakt de tekst nog fijner.

en wat als ik ze niet zie ?, en mijn word ook niet, dus ze zijn wel taal correct maar zins gewijs niet

oke en deze dan ?

When you was a child you could climb in the highest tree
But how older you became they told you that wasn't what life should be
They told you can climb but you need a reason and not for fun, you can't be free

All those story’s, All those song and those poems tell you how life should be
But it looks more like lying to me, dreaming of something you want to do or be
What i want, yea i want... what i want to just be who i want to be

All those dreams you had
Where you thinking of in bed
They are all dead
They took them away
By every word they say
So my little child, fold your hands and pray
Because tomorrow will never be the same as yesterday

All those story’s, All those song and those poems tell you how life should be
But it looks more like lying to me, dreaming of something you want to do or be
What i want, yea i want... what i want to just be who i want to be

All those things you believed
All those years you where was completely deceived
How could they lie and make the world better then he is
Why do we write everything that we miss?
It all doesn’t make any sense, what the fuck is this

All those story’s, All those song and those poems tell you how life should be
It looks more like lying to me
Because i want, yea i want... to be who i want to be

If we lived our life like everyone did
With one thing that we learned
Is to tell lies in every way
That’s the reason why we stay
But that’s no good for me anyway
The only good people are dead or ran away
Because they know the world is one big lie
No matter what we say or what we write or how hard we fight
i don't think if i can live on this world another night

All those dreams you had
Where you thinking of in bed
They are all dead
They took them away
By every word they say
So my little child, fold your hands and pray
Because tomorrow will never be the same as yesterday

All those story’s, All those song and those poems tell you how life should be
It looks more like lying to me
Because i want, yea i want... to be who i want to be

i am who i am... and fuck them

copyright (C) SGPW productions 1987-2004

is dit nou rap of word het gezongen of gwon een gedicht?

iets minder 'fucken' zou wel mogen. rest is (y)

dat heb ik nou ook altijd, en dan lopen al die gasten te zeike dat hij niet mooi is omdat er spellingsfouten in zitten, als je snapt wat er staat dan is dat toch goed? blijkbaar niet...

het is volgens mij niet echt boeiend ofzo he :P

Tsja, dat is nu die onverschilligheid die de mannen van jongens onderscheidt.