Away
***away***
it's bloody hot outside
but i'm so freaking cold
i don't have anyone to hold
i'm trying to open my eyes
but for some reason they stay closed
maybe it's better this way
if i don't have to live another day
trapped inside my body
suicide isn't an option
that would make of me
what i don't want to be
but still it sounds great
just to get away
away from this earth
with her fucked-up people
away from my life
with my everyday-fake-smile
not like...forever,
but just for a while
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| Auteur: Rhiannon | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 12 augustus 2003 | ||
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