The ticking of the clock annoys me.
I'm asking myself "What now to be?"
With little chance with the one I love,
I need all help sent from above.
I don't expect this to come so soon,
It won't blow in my hand at noon.
I have to earn it, and this I have not.
I'm feeling abandonned like it's all a plot.
Once more I have to face the world alone,
Once more I must survive on my own.
I bid you now farewell my angel,
For now I'll face the flames of hell.
With no help from the ones next to me,
I'm asking myself "What now to be?"
Laatst gewijzigd op 05-11-2002 om 19:52.
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