Guilty
You tore me open
and broke my heart
raped my mind
with painful words
and burned my skin
with hateful lies.
Everywhere you hurt me
the wounds have never come to heal
and I try to hide the scars you left
but they always reappear
reminding me to all those times
you punished me
while the only thing I’m guilty of
is living
and broke my heart
raped my mind
with painful words
and burned my skin
with hateful lies.
Everywhere you hurt me
the wounds have never come to heal
and I try to hide the scars you left
but they always reappear
reminding me to all those times
you punished me
while the only thing I’m guilty of
is living
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| Auteur: Petite Anette | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 23 juli 2002 | ||
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