My box of awfull things
There is a little black box,
In the corner of my room
In which I put all awfull things
And my memories of doom.
I will put in my box,
The tears I have shed
And the memory of them
Which I want to forget
I will put in my box
The little girl's scream
While being hit
I still see it in my dreams
I will put in my box,
My love for you
That was never returned
I will put in my box
The pain of a knive
Cutting trough my skin
While trying to end my life
I will put in my box,
The blood on my hands
And the pain I have brought
Now it all ends...
In the corner of my room
In which I put all awfull things
And my memories of doom.
I will put in my box,
The tears I have shed
And the memory of them
Which I want to forget
I will put in my box
The little girl's scream
While being hit
I still see it in my dreams
I will put in my box,
My love for you
That was never returned
I will put in my box
The pain of a knive
Cutting trough my skin
While trying to end my life
I will put in my box,
The blood on my hands
And the pain I have brought
Now it all ends...
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| Auteur: Lynessa | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Marina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 09 juni 2006 | ||
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