{Friend Are Just An Illusion}
Finally knowing who I am
And there they go
Stroking over their wounds
Streaming with the flow
Tears are walking over my face
Keep telling myself it’s better to be alone
But somehow I keep missing a part
I never knew a real place called home
So she turned me down
Made me break inside
So what? wounds can heal
But again, No I won’t fight
“Make Me Cry Butterfly Of Blood
Just Dreg Me Down In The Mud...”
Reacties op dit gedicht
| sharon: | Zaterdag, april 03, 2004 22:52 |
| Friends are nothing if they don't respect you the way you are... but cheer up..there is realy some one for you, who respects you and who you can trust! | |
| The unreachable: | Zaterdag, april 03, 2004 09:43 |
| One day you will find a person, where you can find a place called home... | |
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| Auteur: Marbalicia | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 02 april 2004 | ||
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