It looks like a problem
The problem is my age.
The problem are the choises I've to make.
The problem are those days.
The problem is I'm tired of this way.
It looks like it never ends.
It looks like it doesn't give me a change.
It looks like its my bad.
It's driving me mad.
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Alisa Beudeker
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08-04-2011