The end

Geschreven door: Ha-Lan Tran - Onderwerp: Engelse gedichten

I can hear the spirits
And they don’t like you
Not because the things you do
It’s becuase they see
What you’ve done to me
Nobody have seen those things
Becuase you wear some beauty rings
Look what you’ve done
Do you see what you’ve become?
So much pain
Most people think the same
But they never say
‘Do you wanna play?’
It’s a hard game
Remember one spirit’s his name
Becuase it’s your nightmare
It’s a fight that you better can care