Pain
Pain
Blood on your skin,
As you lay on the floor,
Eyes lose their colour
Wish I had seen them before.
My life is now empty,
And yours is no more.
Wish I could save you
From that cold hard floor
Pale skin turns whiter,
Smiles fade to grey,
Laughter become cries,
Begging you to stay.
But you’ve left me long before
You ever heard my voice.
The cold now welcomes you
As I turn away and close the door
Blood on your skin,
As you lay on the floor,
Eyes lose their colour
Wish I had seen them before.
My life is now empty,
And yours is no more.
Wish I could save you
From that cold hard floor
Pale skin turns whiter,
Smiles fade to grey,
Laughter become cries,
Begging you to stay.
But you’ve left me long before
You ever heard my voice.
The cold now welcomes you
As I turn away and close the door
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| Gepubliceerd op: 15 april 2001 | ||
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