What is it that I feel?
What is that twitshing feeling
that I feel inside of me?
It is driving me crazy
I can’t shake it off of me
It is scaring me
This feeling is deep
deep inside of me
crawling and turnig
growing bigger
and bigger
it is eating me alive
it is making me insaine
i dont no what to do
whant to wash it out like raine
guess it is not suppose to be
like so many things
that people should like me for me
Quo Vadis?: | Woensdag, april 14, 2004 23:13 |
[.... guess it is not suppose to be ....] To be or not to be. To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them. To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To d |
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Auteur: mysterie | ||
Gecontroleerd door: ;o)x | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 14 april 2004 | ||
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