No more....
No more
Look, look at me now
And tell me what you see
Do you know why or how
I’m not who you want me to be
I’m not worth your love
But you will not see
All of this fucked up stuff
That is coming from me
No…no more hurting
No…no more pains
I’m sorry, can’t stop the thing
That’s running trough my veins
You don’t want to know
What I’ve got to hide
Because then I’ll show
That I have lied…
Look, look at me now
And tell me what you see
Do you know why or how
I’m not who you want me to be
I’m not worth your love
But you will not see
All of this fucked up stuff
That is coming from me
No…no more hurting
No…no more pains
I’m sorry, can’t stop the thing
That’s running trough my veins
You don’t want to know
What I’ve got to hide
Because then I’ll show
That I have lied…
Reacties op dit gedicht
| bent: | Vrijdag, december 17, 2004 22:17 |
| Tijd om schoon schip te maken, mensen zullen je erom waarderen. x |
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| Teared Out: | Vrijdag, december 17, 2004 21:13 |
| Maybe he or she, does want to know what you hide. Because maybe they really want to know the real you. Do you want to live your whole life in a lie? I guess not. And it's your life, so change it. NOW! =) Don't wait till tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow. You'll only feel worse. They won't leave you, if they care. And if they don't care, then why should you need them? I know it's a way of hard, and painful, but it's a true way.. =) Liefs, (Sorry |
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| Auteur: Lost Souls | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 17 december 2004 | ||
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