It seems you're eating away at me
A quiet enemy by the name of stress
It seems you're making me fail now...
To the mistakes I must confess
I want you out of my system
Out of my mind and out of my head
It needs to stop and hold now
Cause the world is pulling at me
So depart now!
Leave me on my own
Cause I can't use now
What you've brought along!
Edwin van Rossen: | Donderdag, juli 01, 2004 13:18 |
Call 6946 and the moose will help you relax out of the mess called stress It´s the moose Yessssssssssss! |
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Auteur: ~Tanith~ | ||
Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 01 juli 2004 | ||
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