it's nothing
it's nothing
not really much to say
not really anything to tell
the whole world is fucked up
just like me
just going straight to hell
no it's nothing
don't bother me
it is just a cry of lonelyness
a cry of some one who can never be
so many things running round
round and round inside my head
my ears start to pop from the sound
my desires just drop dead
soon i'll be gone
and no one will be there
soon i'll be gone
and no one will remember
to care
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 15 januari 2005 | ||
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