They know the answer already.
I will always say that I'm okay.
I will never say the truth.
People have to see me strong.
I can't be weak.
If I'm weak.
People catch me.
That's why I'm hiding.
Always behind the wall.
The wall of my life.
The wall that has to protect me.
When I'm alone.
That wall is gone.
Then I'm saying that I'm not all right.
Then I'm crying.
But the next morning.
I built the wall again.
So I can hide myself.
Between the wall of smile.
[ bericht aangepast op 6 sep 2011 - 15:19 ]
L.S.H.I.F.O.M.D.W.I.D.H.O. Laughing so hard I fell off my dinosaur, wait, I don't have one