Why?
Why?
Why do I live this life any longer
It make no sense what I do
Everything I do is wrong
This life doesn’t belong to me
I want a life much better
But I haven’t
I have to life with this
I don’t want to live any longer
But I can’t go away
I can’t do it to my friends
The only thing I do is fight
I wish I could stop it
But I know I can’t alone
I hate myself
I don’t want to be here any more
But I have to for my friend
I wish I could leave this world
All the things I hate
I’ve got to much memories
How could I stand?
Why do I live this life any longer
It make no sense what I do
Everything I do is wrong
This life doesn’t belong to me
I want a life much better
But I haven’t
I have to life with this
I don’t want to live any longer
But I can’t go away
I can’t do it to my friends
The only thing I do is fight
I wish I could stop it
But I know I can’t alone
I hate myself
I don’t want to be here any more
But I have to for my friend
I wish I could leave this world
All the things I hate
I’ve got to much memories
How could I stand?
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Luthien_14: | Zondag, februari 13, 2005 14:05 |
| ''I can’t do it to my friends''.. Nee kun je niet.. maar k snap je wel hoor. Zo mooi geschreven, echt supermooi. Ik wil je helpen, maar ik weet niet hoe. Sorrie.. Kusje, HouvanJou!, voor altijd.. Simoon |
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 01 februari 2005 | ||
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