(dit is de verbeterde en volledige versie van Apparently, de titel is ook veranderd)
Poetry
A broken poetry floating through the outskirts of my mind
Seems like there are so many peaces left behind
But there are still a few I can’t seem to find
You took them with you, with me in the corner of your eye
Apparently I’m nothing to you anymore
As you broke them one by one, each on the floor
Guess I’m just someone waiting outside your door
But I’ll be waiting until tomorrow comes
All these rushes of joy that follow me
As I runaway as far as the distance may take me
Keep your memories, keep your broken peaces of the poetry
Don’t hold back because of me
Why did you choose me to be you victim?
If you knew you were going to win after all
Still in my mind you are the one who makes me stand tall
Though I know now you won’t be the one who will safe me from my fall
A broken poetry floating through the outskirts of my mind
Seems like there are so many peaces left behind
But there are still a few I can’t seem to find
You took them with you, those, that have been mine