just do it, feel the razorblade on
Just do it
feel the razorblade on my skin
A skint that's thin
thin because of you
All this pain
you are the one that's taking the blame
Blame for what?
just nothing... making me cut
you hurt me so bad
you.. who want's me dead
I just wanna get out
but first I wanna scream out loud
That's this is you to blame
for my cutting game
You, the one who left me in the dark
Just do it
that sentence is running trough my head
I'm doing it
feeling the razorblade on my skin
Cut your name in my wrist
deep... so deep
So deep as possible
feel the razorblade on my skin
A skint that's thin
thin because of you
All this pain
you are the one that's taking the blame
Blame for what?
just nothing... making me cut
you hurt me so bad
you.. who want's me dead
I just wanna get out
but first I wanna scream out loud
That's this is you to blame
for my cutting game
You, the one who left me in the dark
Just do it
that sentence is running trough my head
I'm doing it
feeling the razorblade on my skin
Cut your name in my wrist
deep... so deep
So deep as possible
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Dirk Hermans: | Donderdag, maart 02, 2006 19:43 |
| zeker niet doen je hebt nog een hele toekomst voor jou met mooie dingen groetjes Dirk |
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| Catharina Sophia: | Dinsdag, februari 21, 2006 21:25 |
| Doe het niet, het leven zit vol moois! xxMij |
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| Lisette.O: | Dinsdag, februari 21, 2006 21:20 |
| Succes | |
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| Auteur: lisa.15 | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 21 februari 2006 | ||
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