Dependent love
For a while on 200 kcals
Starving, living free
Wasn’t afraid, I wouldn’t fall
I just want you to see.
But I broke down, felt like I failed
Started over, once again.
Living’s hard, I won’t be hailed
But will look like I am.
So don’t force me to do
The things I hate, for real
Appreciate the things you do,
But I don’t want to heal.
Cause then I’d never reach my goals
Won’t look the way I want
Ana’s the one who makes me whole,
Without her, I just can’t.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| MaryJane: | Dinsdag, oktober 24, 2006 09:07 |
| he meisje echt heel mooi, ik begrijp helemaal wat je bedoelt! don''t give up x MaryJane (yentl) |
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| dishesqueen: | Dinsdag, september 26, 2006 06:01 |
| nice one! | |
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| Auteur: Islanzadí | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: redactie | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 06 september 2006 | ||
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