Wednesday 25 March 2009 photo 2/2
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I can't take this any more
I try but it's just ravel old sore
whant to make my life to a fairytale
but even what I do I just fail
sitting in my bed and cry like a child
I whish again that could laugh and smiled
but the wind have turn to sorrow
so I go to bed and maby it be better tomorrow
but when I wake up and try to find a light
but even if I seek everythings black like the night
every singel day I had try year by year
but now I don't care, I out of hear!
I try but it's just ravel old sore
whant to make my life to a fairytale
but even what I do I just fail
sitting in my bed and cry like a child
I whish again that could laugh and smiled
but the wind have turn to sorrow
so I go to bed and maby it be better tomorrow
but when I wake up and try to find a light
but even if I seek everythings black like the night
every singel day I had try year by year
but now I don't care, I out of hear!
Annons