Real..?
Real..?
My knife is lying right next to me..
Could grab it if I wanted to..
I'm not sure anymore..
Looking into the mirror to see who I really am..
Seeing so much anger in this body
To much pain in those eyes..
Who am I?
Am I real?
Or just a bad dream?
I wished that this would al be a bad dream..
I could stop it right now..
It isn't
It is real..
And I can't stop it..
Want to escape..
Can't..
Something is holding me..
Your hand..
Holding your hand tight and close to my hart..
You'll be there for forever..
09-12-04
17:12
Xxx Midnight
My knife is lying right next to me..
Could grab it if I wanted to..
I'm not sure anymore..
Looking into the mirror to see who I really am..
Seeing so much anger in this body
To much pain in those eyes..
Who am I?
Am I real?
Or just a bad dream?
I wished that this would al be a bad dream..
I could stop it right now..
It isn't
It is real..
And I can't stop it..
Want to escape..
Can't..
Something is holding me..
Your hand..
Holding your hand tight and close to my hart..
You'll be there for forever..
09-12-04
17:12
Xxx Midnight
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 09 december 2004 | ||
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