Still Here
Still Here
I sit here
in a cold room
in a house that isn't mine
in a chambre I don't know
and every minute that I breathe
is just another waste of time
I sit here
and I don't know why
I don't know what to do
I sit here
it's just like I'm stuck
just like the rain
has turned to glue
and every minute that I live
is just one more without you
I'm still here
and I won't go away
I'm still here and alive
I'm going on
no matter what
no matter what you've done
'cause every little breathe I take
is one of holding on
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| FrozenScar: | Woensdag, maart 24, 2004 15:24 |
| =) Er zit ook wel hoop in je gedichtje hoor!! Je houd vol, mooi teken.. Liefs, |
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| Auteur: boemerangkind | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Frummel | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 24 maart 2004 | ||
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