In the end
In the end
All I did was wrong
In the end
All I said was boring
Everywhere I went
I saw the faces
Everywhere I went
I never said any phrases
People always seem to hurt me
It seems they like it
People always seem to hurt me
Without sorrow or with
I never get a real 'we'
I can't handle another person
I never get a real 'we'
No daughter or son
In the end
I screwed up everything
In the end
I wans't worth anything
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Roxz: | Maandag, oktober 24, 2005 10:48 |
| het komt goed joh...(}) ben er altijd voor je... in the good times and the bad Roxz |
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| Auteur: fixien | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 augustus 2005 | ||
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