I walked passed the bank
Finding out that money was me
a pure currency
losing value
as time tics slowly on
drowned beneath your feet
knowing that you could only take
deceive to recieve
sucking me dry
as time slowly tics on
choking in my pride
hopefully staring at your face
searching in dead eyes
waiting for you
as time slowly tics on
praying you will see
loving you till the day I die
could you read my mind?
and get it out
why can't I release doubt
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Laatst gewijzigd op 09-07-2003 om 19:50.
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