Useless inside
Useless inside
you think you're dark, in heart
No-one knows the black life you must lead
though it's not too late
Oh if you'd just let me help you
I'd pull you through
I'd fix the pieces, fallen apart
I'd help you breath
And whiten up your heart
Useless inside
you think you're dark, in heart
No-one knows the black life you must lead
though it's not too late
Oh if you'd just let me help you
you think you're dark, in heart
No-one knows the black life you must lead
though it's not too late
Oh if you'd just let me help you
I'd pull you through
I'd fix the pieces, fallen apart
I'd help you breath
And whiten up your heart
Useless inside
you think you're dark, in heart
No-one knows the black life you must lead
though it's not too late
Oh if you'd just let me help you
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Roland Hainje: | Dinsdag, juli 18, 2006 13:24 |
| erg betrokken en gevoelig geschreven, lolo! je hebt je goed ingeleefd, wat de dood veroorzaakt. de schreeuw om te helpen komt sterk over! groetjes, roland |
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| Auteur: annoela | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maria | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 18 juli 2006 | ||
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