1)
I'm laying in my bed,
thinking of you.
Thinking if it all,
really could be true.
And even if it couldnt,
i would still think of you.
2)
It's dark outside.
Only the moon shines bright.
I can't fall asleep.
There's to many thoughts.
Both good and bad.
The bad are all to sad,
but the good shines in the dark.
Just like the moon outside,
That's shining bright.
Skrevet d.
11. november 2002, 22:39
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