Not sure
I'm sitting here with a knife in my hand
Not sure to cut or not
Not sure of this life or the next
Not sure of ever finding love
Not sure of myself
Not sure if I can do this
I hold the knife strongley
I put it trew my vains
Just like I want
Just like I need
Because I need to die
I need to be free
This is the only way
Not sure to cut or not
Not sure of this life or the next
Not sure of ever finding love
Not sure of myself
Not sure if I can do this
I hold the knife strongley
I put it trew my vains
Just like I want
Just like I need
Because I need to die
I need to be free
This is the only way
Reacties op dit gedicht
| *..stik..*: | Vrijdag, september 24, 2004 17:35 |
| gelukkig hebk net je andere gedichtje geleze, en weet je dat er ook een andere weg is! mooi geschreve! |
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| *siggie*: | Dinsdag, september 21, 2004 19:58 |
| Wow ... erg mooj, word ur stil vn :) issieh erkenbaar!! xxx Sterktu ! |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: LunaMuroni | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Carama | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 21 september 2004 | ||
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