maandag 9 maart 2009

Choices

Out here the wind is blowing
And I am soaked with rain
Feel how the pain keeps growing
Each time I think of you again

You were a pal, you were a friend
I’ll never understand how these things end
You were my love, you were my life
It’s odd to see you as someone else’s wife

But I bet you’re happy with your loving man and kids and all
And I bet you don’t want to be remembered of it all
Like it should be, don’t mind me

In me I hear the voices
Saying it’s all in vain
Life is a game of choices
I’ve always chosen wrong again

I chose to go, why I don’t know
Maybe to find out I’d rather stay
That’s typical me, pure curiosity
Throwing all the best things away

But I bet you’re happy with your loving man and kids and all
And I bet you don’t want to be remembered of it all
Like it should be, don’t mind me

1 opmerking:

Marjolein zei

Jaja, soms schrijft dieje papa van mij schone liedjes :)

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