Cocaine white
Baby, your skin is cocaine white.
Did you sleep with a gun in your mouth?
I think you died.
Your lips are covered in red.
You’re lying here, all alone in your bed.
Stains of little rainbow dreams
are splattered on the wall.
I thought I knew your stories,
I used to think I knew them all.
Runaways, every day. Another runaway.
Giving in. Baby, I’m giving in.
You’re miles away, and I can’t stay tonight.
I think I might drive.
Drunk and with a syringe in my heart.
Far to fast, to tired to be alive.
It was enough,, today they shot me down.
Harder, faster, than cupid can shoot.
"Baby, can you tell by the way I walk away,
I was hurt a long time ago?"
These plasters don't fit my wounds anymore.
Baby, your words won't calm me down.
and I know, you forgot a back-up plan...
That's why I chose today.
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: FrogCess | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 09 juni 2006 | ||
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