Dirty mirror...
Hi dirty mirror...
Why can't I say goodbye...
Why can't I say goodbye to this cruel world...
I'm so tired of my life...
I don't want to think things like "Dead would be a nice end"...
I just can't win this fight...
My candle is burned up...
I don't have the strenght to stay...
Each day I'm dying...
...Everyday a bit more...
Why can't I say goodbye...
Why can't I say goodbye to this cruel world...
I'm so tired of my life...
I don't want to think things like "Dead would be a nice end"...
I just can't win this fight...
My candle is burned up...
I don't have the strenght to stay...
Each day I'm dying...
...Everyday a bit more...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| *white moon*: | Vrijdag, december 16, 2005 07:42 |
| =( k weet hoe je je voeld.. maar probeer door te gaan.. probeer met iemand te praten, zoek ergens hulp.. want alleen kan het niet.. please ga niet.. =( doe alles rustig aan.. neem overal wat meer de tijd voor.. en bouw je leven weer langzaam op Sterkte!! *knuffel!* |
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| Auteur: little dreamer | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 15 december 2005 | ||
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