Nobody knows what tommorow may bring
Mayby you'll get a bullet treu you heart
Mayby you'll get very smart
%ayby you'll become a stranger to everyone you love
%ayby you'll get a sign from up above
We get born with nothing at all
As a poor human being
Without knowing what everyone else's feeling
Doesn't it make you scared
...Knowing you were born to leave again...
((Geschreven terwijl ik naar een liedje van Teresa James aan het luisteren was: bangelijke zangeres met super liedjes (prachtige teksten)).