Some things will never change
No matter how loud you'll scream
Nothing will change
No matter who you're fighting against
Nothing will change
Unless there's love
Covering you like a counterpane
Huddle up under the warmth of LOVE
Sometimes you want to run away
And jump around while listening to Bizkit
That's fine
As long as you'll remember
That nothing will change,
unless you'll give your love away
Covering you like a counterpane
Huddle up under the heat of LOVE
Even if you'll get cold after a while
There will be someone to hold you
'Till you'll feel the heat of LOVE
Caressing your body as the words reach your mind
murwari schreef: dahm ik heb tranen in mijn ogen...
Liefde heb je nodig he !?
*zucht* het is mooi omschreven vinnuk dan
zeer matig? hmmm ik vind het iig mooi
Serieus? Ik geloof dat dit ongeveer het slechtste is wat ik ooit heb geschreven. Maar dat kan ook aan mij liggen natuurlijk .