Healing my wounds
Healing my wounds
My river of tears has run dry,so for my it's hard to cry.
I don't feel that I'm alive, and I just want to die.
I want to sleep under this bed of snow, forever
let me rest here,
cause healing my wounds is unbearable.
There's no way out for me, there's no way left to be.
I'm dwelling in this land of the dead,
and luck for me is not to come.
So let me go, set me free,
cause healing my wounds is a work so endlessly.
My river of tears has run dry,so for my it's hard to cry.
I don't feel that I'm alive, and I just want to die.
I want to sleep under this bed of snow, forever
let me rest here,
cause healing my wounds is unbearable.
There's no way out for me, there's no way left to be.
I'm dwelling in this land of the dead,
and luck for me is not to come.
So let me go, set me free,
cause healing my wounds is a work so endlessly.
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| Auteur: zij | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 27 december 2003 | ||
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