Even no tears can make me feel good, I'm just like allways missunderstood. Isn't a pistol too heavy for a young little girl? Who already knew the truth, but now seen it, without lovely pearls?? Can't u help me, Can't u see? I'm just a girl who laughs for her own great fears. I've seen thousands of guns all by my side, And now I know someone who uses it I live with a fear I can't hide. What if he uses it, will my mom be dead? Let us hope that it's him instead. I can't live with a gun and a hope of fears! Can't I just use it, so it all would be clear? Wouldn't it be easier without him, and his lies? Everymoment of his madness I live by the wish I'll die! But it isn't that easy, and that ain't a lie Can't it just all fade, and let me be disguised??
Dit is de 1ste keer dat ik in het Engels schrijf, dus vergeef me typo's en abnormale zinnen! Kritiek en hulp zijn heel erg welkom!