dying...
I can't change my thoughts...
Cause what I'm thinking is the truth...
I just don't deserve my life...
I can't face myself in the mirror...
Everytime I look...
I see a girl who's not good enough for this world...
Her face is wet of all the tears...
I just see a little girl... stands there... and cries...
I'm the one who's always smiling...
But inside I'm really dying...
Cause what I'm thinking is the truth...
I just don't deserve my life...
I can't face myself in the mirror...
Everytime I look...
I see a girl who's not good enough for this world...
Her face is wet of all the tears...
I just see a little girl... stands there... and cries...
I'm the one who's always smiling...
But inside I'm really dying...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| *Ez: | Dinsdag, december 20, 2005 22:01 |
| feeling the same | |
| MysterieDragon: | Maandag, december 19, 2005 22:03 |
| Ik voel wat je bedoeld ik herken het ook heel erg in mezelf maar kop op je vind wel weer een doel om voor te leven! (K) Mystique | |
| tes†: | Maandag, december 19, 2005 18:48 |
| *wauw* xxx ! |
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| Auteur: little dreamer | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 19 december 2005 | ||
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