Why..
You say it’s all my fault
But I can’t help it
What could I do
To make things better
Only thing that I could do
Is kill myself and hope you’ll be happy
I think it would be great
You will be happy once again.
My death is your future.
I’m not sorry
The only thing I’m sorry for
Is the fact that I’m living.
You say you love me
But I know you don’t
The way treat me
Hell no…
How can you lie to me
About something like this
Something so important.
How can you live with yourself.
Mother what’s wrong
Why do you got tears in your eyes
Staring at my coffin
Why do you cry
You never loved me
And when I’m dead
You’re crying.
Why…?
But I can’t help it
What could I do
To make things better
Only thing that I could do
Is kill myself and hope you’ll be happy
I think it would be great
You will be happy once again.
My death is your future.
I’m not sorry
The only thing I’m sorry for
Is the fact that I’m living.
You say you love me
But I know you don’t
The way treat me
Hell no…
How can you lie to me
About something like this
Something so important.
How can you live with yourself.
Mother what’s wrong
Why do you got tears in your eyes
Staring at my coffin
Why do you cry
You never loved me
And when I’m dead
You’re crying.
Why…?
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Nemesis: | Donderdag, december 08, 2005 15:16 |
Uiteraard! Wij lossen het wel op als jij dood gaat. Stap eens uit het cliché en probeer eens te schrijven vanuit een ander persoon, een andere visie dan jezelf. Want dichten kun je wel, stap dan even van de clichés af als je wilt.. |
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