Yups, Engels = niet mijn beste vak. Dus heb ik jullie hulp nodig:
When I’m sad, I regret,
that I smiled, the whole season.
Because the saddest tears, are not worthy enough, and fiercely makes me laugh.
I don’t get it.
Why, I smile?
When I had nobody, and i_I felt so lonely.
When I thought could not be worse, when this whole happy thing takes another direction, taking another course. Poor for my useless discretion.
I don’t think, it would be good.
To take it all up.
Like filthy blood.
The way you stand there.
The way you care.
Makes me .. smile.
I smile, for no reason.
When I’m sad, when I regret.
I smile, the whole season.
Because the saddest tears, are not whorthy enough, and fiercely makes me laugh.
I smile, yes I smile.
But who says I'm getting stronger.
I can’t keep this any longer.
I tear, while nobody is here, so I can be later as happy as I can, my friend
I don’t believe in magic.
And I'm so pathetic.
I furthermore, do not know, what I live for.
I won’t regret, doing the other way around instead.
The pain has it own procedure
I'll smile again that’s for sure
[ bericht aangepast op 6 okt 2010 - 14:56 ]
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