The perfect death
I wish I was a bird, flying high in the sky, with no worries
about how to come trough the day. Whenever I would feel hungry,
I’d swoop down to the street
and grab me a piece
of a dead cat.
And when a car would hit me,
it would be the perfect death,
nobody would know you were living
and nobody would know you died.
The perfect death …
about how to come trough the day. Whenever I would feel hungry,
I’d swoop down to the street
and grab me a piece
of a dead cat.
And when a car would hit me,
it would be the perfect death,
nobody would know you were living
and nobody would know you died.
The perfect death …
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| Auteur: Zennosuke | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 03 september 2006 | ||
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