2 Dichtsels.

[Pinkish Dress]

Changing by day

Yesterday, I was stronger
Yesterday, I had enough
Yesterday, won't take no longer
Yesterday, was too rough

Today, I've seen hurt
Today, I've faced the ground
Today, I was covered with durt
Today, was no one around

Tomorrow, I will not hide
Tomorrow, there's no fear
Tomorrow, is no one gonna take away my pride
Tomorrow, will nobody see my tears


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It hurts

I've got my paper
And my pencil
I've got a hand
And my fingers

I've got some thoughts
Which I could write down
But I guess, I lost them
Cause somehow, they're not around

I'd like to write about you
About the beautifull colour of your hair
And your sparkeling eyes
But honestly,
I rather write about, the feeling you give me
When you're never there

It hurts,
It really hurts.

[moondancer]

over het eerste heb ik niet zo direct een mening
het tweede vind ik mooi op gebouwd, maar ik vind het heel spijtig van het einde.. echt zo een anticlimax kan je daar niets anders voor bedenken als slotstrofe? just my opinion
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