cry
cry
The scars I have,
The scars of a knife.
The scars I have,
The scars of my life.
The wounds I have,
The wounds of a knife.
The wounds I have,
But I'm still alive.
The doubts I have,
I have of the knife.
The doubts I have,
About my own life.
The unconception they haves,
Haves about the knife.
The unconception they haves,
Haves about my life.
I can understand them,
'Cause I don't understand myself,
'Cause I don't understand my own life,
And I'm destroying myself.
But I'm still alive,
Because I can't die,
The only thing I can do,
Is cry, and cry, and cry...
The scars I have,
The scars of a knife.
The scars I have,
The scars of my life.
The wounds I have,
The wounds of a knife.
The wounds I have,
But I'm still alive.
The doubts I have,
I have of the knife.
The doubts I have,
About my own life.
The unconception they haves,
Haves about the knife.
The unconception they haves,
Haves about my life.
I can understand them,
'Cause I don't understand myself,
'Cause I don't understand my own life,
And I'm destroying myself.
But I'm still alive,
Because I can't die,
The only thing I can do,
Is cry, and cry, and cry...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Dark Child: | Dinsdag, augustus 27, 2002 19:08 |
| Ik vind gewoon mij zelf hier in trug...ik weet wat ge meemaakt en het is ni gemakkelijk.Spijtig genoeg heb ik de hulp van buitenaf niet aanvaard...knuffels en kusjes xxjes |
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| Lacrima: | Dinsdag, augustus 27, 2002 15:15 |
| ook weer in 1 woord:mooi.. | |
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| Gecontroleerd door: Cartooneke | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 27 augustus 2002 | ||
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