Broken
You taught me how to crawl
I had no idea
Before you
What it was all about
You tell me I’m pretty
Next time you’ll tell me
I’m nothing but a whore
And for that I have to pay
I’m broken now
My soul is torn apart
You have me in your hands
And I’m too damn fragile
You love to see me this way
Love to see me cry
Love to make me hurt
Till I start to bleed
Please, love,
This is not the way it’s suppose to be
You a king up on your throne
And I’m your possession
Which you have control over
If you would only see
The pain
The bruises on my skin
I’m not secure anymore
I had no idea
Before you
What it was all about
You tell me I’m pretty
Next time you’ll tell me
I’m nothing but a whore
And for that I have to pay
I’m broken now
My soul is torn apart
You have me in your hands
And I’m too damn fragile
You love to see me this way
Love to see me cry
Love to make me hurt
Till I start to bleed
Please, love,
This is not the way it’s suppose to be
You a king up on your throne
And I’m your possession
Which you have control over
If you would only see
The pain
The bruises on my skin
I’m not secure anymore
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| Auteur: chrissy17 | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 september 2002 | ||
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