clear as the sharpness of a knife
being nervous at the end of the day,
not knowing what will come,
what will be new,
or what will come undone.
being nervous of not knowing what to do,
of not knowing who I am,
what I will become,
or what will be my plan.
being nervous time after time,
every hour, every minute,
so much time of my life,
how can I ever change it.
being nervous...
a part of my life,
some day it will all be clear,
as the sharpness of a knife
not knowing what will come,
what will be new,
or what will come undone.
being nervous of not knowing what to do,
of not knowing who I am,
what I will become,
or what will be my plan.
being nervous time after time,
every hour, every minute,
so much time of my life,
how can I ever change it.
being nervous...
a part of my life,
some day it will all be clear,
as the sharpness of a knife
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| Auteur: arcángel | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 25 augustus 2005 | ||
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