You
You asked me to stay strong
Just like I asked you
But for me there is no ‘stay’
It has to be ‘become
I don’t know if I can become
The person I should be
I don’t know if I can stand it;
The triggers, the temptation
I’m not sure of anything, actually
There has been so much pain
So much blood, so much wounds
I can’t clear up my mind of it
But there is one thing I’m sure of
And that’s you. Let the last time
You’ve cut yourself be the last time
You’re strong enough to do that
Please
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 07 maart 2006 | ||
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