truth
You are my brother
each day i would die for you...
Sometimes i wish i could be strong
like you
but it doesn't matter
each time i wake i'm somehow
feeling the truth
each day more frightening
I carry this thing inside of me,
wants to get out
all it does is scream and shout
trying not to let them out
they tell me to hurt myself
they tell me to hurt myself
but i'm not going to listen...
each day i would die for you...
Sometimes i wish i could be strong
like you
but it doesn't matter
each time i wake i'm somehow
feeling the truth
each day more frightening
I carry this thing inside of me,
wants to get out
all it does is scream and shout
trying not to let them out
they tell me to hurt myself
they tell me to hurt myself
but i'm not going to listen...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| iovie: | Zondag, juni 22, 2003 15:05 |
| mooi...heel mooi!be strong! knuffels... |
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| miss thing: | Dinsdag, augustus 13, 2002 11:45 |
| prachtig...heb hetzelfde!!! | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Pebbles | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: klitty | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 12 augustus 2002 | ||
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