im just a sick girl
I'm falling, im falling,
please kill me if you can,
my hart is slowly dying,
and im running im running as fast as I can,
to get out of tis fucked up place
to leave it all at one,
this is the last time i face
another fight with the knife,
so please dont cry
if I'm gone,
please dont lie,
when you tell me i've not done,
with this life, i tell you i am,
just a sick person,
living in a sick world
so please understand
that the last thing i must do,
is die as a sick perrson
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| natascha joyce: | Donderdag, december 19, 2002 11:22 |
| I won't tell you that you can't go because I know what you're thinking. Everybody says: you have to live, for your family, for your friends... But I'm gonna say: You have to live for yourself!!! Kiss Natascha |
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 december 2002 | ||
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