Since the past does not leave
Since the past does not leave me
I will fight against what's left
Of the years which scared me then
Left a stain on my tortured soul
And tried to make me bleed
Since the past does not leave me
And denying isn't the way
I must talk of all that's left
In the dungeons of my mind
And my burned up heart and soul
Since the past does not leave me
And I cannot leave the past
I will fight the way of life
Which has threatened me untill
I decided it could be otherwise
Since the past does not leave me
My fight will not be over
Untill it is nothing but a stain
A filthy little spot on my memories
Which go way back into time
22-10-04
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| Auteur: Benjamin de Rooy |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: ~Marina~ | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 22 oktober 2004 | ||
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