just wanna die
death has already found me
he's killing me softly
sometimes I'm sick off all this sh*t,
then I just grab my friend,
my knife
and I begin to cut my arms
the scars are my f*cking memories of you
dear heartbreaker everytime I see my scars I think of you and the thought of what would happend if I never met you is circuling true my head.
happy now?
he's killing me softly
sometimes I'm sick off all this sh*t,
then I just grab my friend,
my knife
and I begin to cut my arms
the scars are my f*cking memories of you
dear heartbreaker everytime I see my scars I think of you and the thought of what would happend if I never met you is circuling true my head.
happy now?
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| Iejoor: | Vrijdag, december 13, 2002 22:16 |
| Life before you wanna die... Take care, liefs en sterkte, Chiara. |
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| Auteur: the dark side | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 13 december 2002 | ||
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