fucked up life
I don't ask for this shit
Why did I get it
I'm sure there are lots of people with a fucked up life
And when there feelings hurting the get a knife
Please don't look at me
I really want to be free
Let me cut myself when I want too
Don't follow me with everything I do
When I show my true feeling
I push you away
Cause i'm afraid off what you will say
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| Gepubliceerd op: 28 februari 2005 | ||
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