Erstmal ein Gedicht:
Schätze nie den Wert des Menschen schnell nach einer flüchtgen Stund
oben sind bewegte Wellen – doch die Perle liegt am Grund
Eleventeen – „Drive“
With this long ride home I search for the truth
Candid thoughts display my youth
Frustration Distraction so scared that I cant get out of this
I need to find my way home
What if I fell straight down
then broke out of this mess that I’ve been living in
Could I get back the things that youth took from me
There’s no ringing on the telephone
When the world expects you to be beautiful
And you can’t stand the sight of your face in the mirror
We reach for things that turn to dust
I’ve been in the water to long I started to turn bad*
*um ehrlich zu sein höre ich bei dem Lied immer das Wort „mad“
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LG Sue