some plays like hell
Why am I even care?
Why am I still doing it?
There is no one who wants to share
I’m a useless lid
Nobody likes me there
Expect the little ones
It isn’t fair
Why do I get the loneliness?
Do I have to act like a boss?
Only for friends?
But that’s how she was.
I want to be on my own hands
Let me be the same
Don’t let me change my things
Let me keep my good name
I want to leave with pure wings!
I want to become an Angel
Not ending in Hell
Why am I still doing it?
There is no one who wants to share
I’m a useless lid
Nobody likes me there
Expect the little ones
It isn’t fair
Why do I get the loneliness?
Do I have to act like a boss?
Only for friends?
But that’s how she was.
I want to be on my own hands
Let me be the same
Don’t let me change my things
Let me keep my good name
I want to leave with pure wings!
I want to become an Angel
Not ending in Hell
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| Auteur: shorty | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Frummel | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 01 oktober 2003 | ||
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