things can change..
I was his little girl,
His baby, his daughter,
I was his pride, i was his little princess,
Oh, he loved me..
I was her beautifull girl,
Her baby, her daughter,
I was her pearl, i was the best thing that happened to her,
Oh, she loved me..
But things change.. Because..
I’m no longer his little girl,
I’m dirt in his eyes,
I’m nothing more than an addict, a poisoned girl,
I’m not beautifull anymore, i’m just the pain in her head..
And everything that was so beautifull and clear..
I squirt it into my veins..
His baby, his daughter,
I was his pride, i was his little princess,
Oh, he loved me..
I was her beautifull girl,
Her baby, her daughter,
I was her pearl, i was the best thing that happened to her,
Oh, she loved me..
But things change.. Because..
I’m no longer his little girl,
I’m dirt in his eyes,
I’m nothing more than an addict, a poisoned girl,
I’m not beautifull anymore, i’m just the pain in her head..
And everything that was so beautifull and clear..
I squirt it into my veins..
Reacties op dit gedicht
| shugar: | Maandag, september 26, 2005 18:25 |
| prachtig gedicht zo als al u gedichten. gewon heb geen worden voor | |
| anne(16): | Vrijdag, september 09, 2005 22:37 |
| *Slik* Onwijs mooi geschreven! Sterkte Liefs anne |
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| blacklizard: | Donderdag, september 01, 2005 17:07 |
| Mooooi!! =)=D vooral die laatste 2 zinnen! :O XX |
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| Auteur: IJs | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maria | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 31 augustus 2005 | ||
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