Time
time is like an bandaged child,
you can let someone else role,
but it will always be yours,
right this moment, this time
I wish I didn’t knew,
because it’s floating,
trough my memory,
poising
You speak of the past,
like you’re consciousness,
jeah I’ll tell you a story,
you can’t forget,
Time for you is like joyriding,
but it’s ticking away, like a bomb,
ready to blow up right in your face,
right place, right on time.
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| Auteur: Evi | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: jo | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 maart 2005 | ||
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