woopstrafel

Look at this girl. The girl, with the eternal smile. The smile, forms a wall. Around a box, a treasure chest. In which she puts the notes. One for every moment. She felt a thing. For you, For him, For this, For that, For anything. Look at this girl. The girl, with the inexhaustible energy. The energy, drops a curtain. In front of a little kid. Who she still is, deep inside. It gets lower every time. When she hides. For you, For him, For this, For that, For anything. Look at this girl. The girl, with the big talk. The talk, covers up. A book full of words. That she'd rather had said. She tucks it in tighter. While she looks. For you, For