Garbage
For so long you looked to me.
Trough my eyes in my soul.
You let me freeze.
You had my eyes in control.
And now suddenly you don't look to me anymore.
You turned your head to an other way,
Another dimension as we used to be.
You make me sad,
You make me cry,
You make me want to rip your body apart
And eat it on a disgusting way.
Threw it up, spit it out.
And stick the pieces back together.
Yeah..
And then you know how you make me feel.
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| Auteur: Bloody-Tears | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 april 2005 | ||
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