lørdag 28. august 2010


I'm barefoot now, my feet are cold
The devil whispered, I was sold
I wish no one had ever told
me how I'd become when I got old

Scared deep down, for this to come
it is to some, a sign of whisdome
But I wish I never knew
What I'd go through

A self fulfilling prophacy
So full of envy, violently
I hid away from every chance
I ever had to find romance

And now I'm old, my feet are cold
My opportunities I sold
The devil won, and I did fold
Why did I put life on hold.....


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