'You'
You tell me what I have to do
You save me from my pain when I feel blue
I know I can't 'live' without you
But I feel that what I do, isn't right too
Every single day, you make my tears red
That same red, will be the collor of my death
You are the mirror, where I see myself in
But you're my obsession too, what I'll never win
My knife..
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| Auteur: Day__Dreamer | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 18 maart 2005 | ||
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