Mixed feelings
Mixed feelings
Can't explain it any better
Don't know more about it
But it ain't right
It seems like I'm a problem to myself
And I just ain't able to solve it
I'm trying to find a solution
I'm looking for a reason
Some feeling that still is pure
Some cause for what I feel
And what I don't feel
But I can't find anything
Can't even define what I feel
It seems like many things
Then why can't I even recognise one of it?
Mixed....
But what are the ingredients?
So many feelings
In so small proportions
Too small I guess
Too small to determinate
Too small to handle
Too small to feel
So I feel
Empty
Can't explain it any better
Don't know more about it
But it ain't right
It seems like I'm a problem to myself
And I just ain't able to solve it
I'm trying to find a solution
I'm looking for a reason
Some feeling that still is pure
Some cause for what I feel
And what I don't feel
But I can't find anything
Can't even define what I feel
It seems like many things
Then why can't I even recognise one of it?
Mixed....
But what are the ingredients?
So many feelings
In so small proportions
Too small I guess
Too small to determinate
Too small to handle
Too small to feel
So I feel
Empty
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 27 augustus 2003 | ||
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