Why?
Why?
I hate it when you do that
I hate it when you slit
You cut in your wrist yesterday
Nothing I can do about it
I want to hold you
Call me when it hurts
It might be over
Next time
Would you please stop
I’m begging you yes
I look at your wrists
Oh what a mess
As long as I’m with you
Everything is fine
I just want to hold you
For one last time
Wanna feel what you felt
I’ll soon be with you
This isn’t good
Everywhere blood
It’s over, it’s over now
To late for you
To late for me too
Now that you have left
I’m deaf to the outside
I’m dead
I hate it when you do that
I hate it when you slit
You cut in your wrist yesterday
Nothing I can do about it
I want to hold you
Call me when it hurts
It might be over
Next time
Would you please stop
I’m begging you yes
I look at your wrists
Oh what a mess
As long as I’m with you
Everything is fine
I just want to hold you
For one last time
Wanna feel what you felt
I’ll soon be with you
This isn’t good
Everywhere blood
It’s over, it’s over now
To late for you
To late for me too
Now that you have left
I’m deaf to the outside
I’m dead
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| Gepubliceerd op: 23 juni 2006 | ||
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