Pain inside
Pain inside,
There she is sitting,
In her bedroom,
On the floor,
All alone,
All by herself,
There she is sitting
In her bedroom,
On the floor,
All alone,
With a scissor in her hand,
She can’t take the pain inside,
And she can’t take the pressure from the outside,
There she start to cut,
A cut in her body,
And a cut in her soul,
When she is ends,
The tears come out,
She can’t stop,
She cut again,
‘till her tears dried
‘till she find her peace again...
There she is sitting,
In her bedroom,
On the floor,
All alone,
All by herself,
There she is sitting
In her bedroom,
On the floor,
All alone,
With a scissor in her hand,
She can’t take the pain inside,
And she can’t take the pressure from the outside,
There she start to cut,
A cut in her body,
And a cut in her soul,
When she is ends,
The tears come out,
She can’t stop,
She cut again,
‘till her tears dried
‘till she find her peace again...
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| Auteur: wishingonastar | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 20 maart 2005 | ||
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