Well I’m sorry I just wanted the bouquet of sharpened pencils
and a comforting hand holding my own.
Silly enough, I thought you were the one,
but reality puts an end to everything,
so this thing we might have had is gone.
Close enough I’ve come to call
deep within I felt the same.
Silly enough, I took the road ahead,
we seemed more together than ever,
but because of me we got further apart instead.
I know this wasn’t easy
it might even have hurt you deeply.
Silly enough, I was being selfish all the time,
through it all I thought you were the one to blame,
if I had realised that before, I know for sure, you’d be mine.
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(misschien) Geen hoogstandje, alleen even gebruikt als uitlaatklep, mijn 'situatie' is niet zo fantastisch op het moment.
Maar alle kritiek is uiteraard welkom.
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