Hoop / Teleurstelling / Verwarring
I step back,
on a dark city steet.
No sounds no wind around,
Circling rounds in reality.
I look up,
No eyes, no voices in my mind.
I can't find the place I should go.
'cause I can't do the things I should.
I can't love, can't give, can't trust, can't earn.
For there's nothing else left to do,
Say I'm wrong, once again.
- Tom Verboven -
Gecontroleerd door: Sheena