See me
Dancing in my suite of sadness
I float through the room
filled with haters,
despising disgusting me.
They don't see the scars,
can't hear my silent screams,
No need to care...
Come see my cage, filled with my pain,
Let me show you the inside of my soul...
Don't you see, hear or care?
Am I really nothing to you?
Just let me know in time
So I can cut you off
Before I go insane
Come see my face, scarred by your vain,
Let me show you the dark side of my soul...
I float through the room
filled with haters,
despising disgusting me.
They don't see the scars,
can't hear my silent screams,
No need to care...
Come see my cage, filled with my pain,
Let me show you the inside of my soul...
Don't you see, hear or care?
Am I really nothing to you?
Just let me know in time
So I can cut you off
Before I go insane
Come see my face, scarred by your vain,
Let me show you the dark side of my soul...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Wicked Soul: | Maandag, augustus 16, 2004 16:47 |
| Of course somebody needs to care. And you know what: somebody will care. Even about the dark side of your soul. 'Cause he or she will like the whole part of you. Mooi geschreven. Liefs, -Lien.- |
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| Auteur: Invisible_Wanderer | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 16 augustus 2004 | ||
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