de aanhouder wint
I'm being mad at the world
and this is my form of protest
copare it with the budhist
who put himself to fire
I need to escape
the reality
and now
i just treasure them
like little babies
the soft pink
witnesses of my
inner problems
To cut myself
Today the firth day
and all I can say
is the urge is just growing
and this is my form of protest
copare it with the budhist
who put himself to fire
I need to escape
the reality
and now
i just treasure them
like little babies
the soft pink
witnesses of my
inner problems
To cut myself
Today the firth day
and all I can say
is the urge is just growing
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| Auteur: stairway 2 heaven | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 23 mei 2004 | ||
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