Lonely
Lonely
You are sitting in you're room.
Thinking of the things you have done.
Losing friends...
No one wants to be with you.
You are saying to yoursel: I want to die..
No one seems to care when you're saying it.
And cut yourself out the life you hate...
You are sitting in you're room.
Thinking of the things you have done.
Losing friends...
No one wants to be with you.
You are saying to yoursel: I want to die..
No one seems to care when you're saying it.
And cut yourself out the life you hate...
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| Auteur: grommie | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 09 juni 2004 | ||
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