His eyes are pale
His mind is weak
Slowly moving his body
Not knowing what he does
What is he thinking
Is he thinking at all
What is he looking at
Is he looking at all
His words are silent
A whisper in the wind
He is concious but how
Voices in his head deny him
What is he thinking
Is he thinking at all
What is he looking at
Is he looking at all
His movement is useless
Always standing around
The assylum he lives in
Has thined him out to his bones
What is he thinking
Is he thinking at all
What is he looking at
Is he looking at all
29-05-04
Althea: | Maandag, mei 31, 2004 14:13 |
Wow.. Kvin m eel mooj.. Ook wel beetje herkenbaar vind k.. Goed geschreven! Xx, |
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dardo van den boogaard: | Zaterdag, mei 29, 2004 04:30 |
echt wel mooi lijkt wel een songtekst maak er al een soort liedje van | |
Auteur: Benjamin de Rooy | ||
Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 29 mei 2004 | ||
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