Angels are dead
Angels are dead, and the devils alive.
They hide deep inside.
Rarely come out, but when they do...
they tair me apart.
Kill me slowly, and nobody notices, except me.
I tend to forget, when I smile.
But then out of the blue, they pull me down, deeper than before.
And still nobody notices.
Maybe they notice, but they just don't care.
I don't know, it's just easier to not forget, and be unhappy.
I'm used to it, it's a habit, it's a curse.
I've always had it.
It became a part of me.
Now it's just who I am.
They hide deep inside.
Rarely come out, but when they do...
they tair me apart.
Kill me slowly, and nobody notices, except me.
I tend to forget, when I smile.
But then out of the blue, they pull me down, deeper than before.
And still nobody notices.
Maybe they notice, but they just don't care.
I don't know, it's just easier to not forget, and be unhappy.
I'm used to it, it's a habit, it's a curse.
I've always had it.
It became a part of me.
Now it's just who I am.
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| Auteur: weerwolfjuhn | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maria | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 08 september 2006 | ||
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