afraid
I’m afraid of my life.
Where’s my life?
I’m afraid of the time.
This is bad time.
I’m afraid of the future.
What’s gonna happen next?
I’m afraid of my family.
Who’s my family, where’s the peace?
I’m afraid of the people around me.
People, what’s that?
I’m afraid of everything around me.
Why?
I’m afraid of myself.
In other words,
I have a fucking life
I don’t understand
but
I’m not afraid of my dead!
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| Lento..: | Zondag, juli 23, 2006 00:04 |
| You''re afraid of your dead You''re just mad You love your life But right now it''s as sharp as a knife One day it will be better You''ll forget all the bad stuff I hope that''s enough Greeeeets! |
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| Auteur: -freaky- | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sunflower | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 juni 2006 | ||
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