No words....
I told you one hundred times
but you never time in
my mind is running like hel
but you never aswer my calles
It's not fair that you can't here me
So many times I wet my eyes in front of you
but it's like my mind stops me to tell you the truth
you tell me I can tell you everything
I want to tell you, but something stops me
My lips won't say the right words
Always the same past that keeps me away
from the things I want to tell
I hate it
I hate myself
please force me to tell...
please I can't stand it anymore...
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| Auteur: SweetAngel | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: artemis | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 01 oktober 2004 | ||
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