Dit liedje begon redelijk, maar nu krijg ik hem niet echt af. En ik moet nu trainen, maar ik plaat het lekker toch.


*mess*

If I would permit myself writing stupid stories,
I would call this song confusing
If I would not give myself up to worries,
Would my happiness be reducing
All this questions
Given to myself
Seems to be reflections
Of somebody else

I don't know
Where I've got to go
I don't seem to be
All right after all this problems
I don't know
What I needed so

Let's lose myself some principals
Let me be the owner of a free mind
I used to save myself with criminals
Maybe I must see a little bit blind

Words
Are
Crawling
Through