how come
I ask many questons
And never get an awnser.
Is it not there any more,
Or is it hiding,
behinde that trapp doore.
How come peopel hide,
And run away.
How come we never,
deal with our pain
Is it becous we are affraid,
Or just a little mad,
Over the way things go today.  
magga
1988 - ...


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