Deep inside.
Deep inside.
And it still does hurt when people say,
things I don't understand at the right way.
Because I'm still, deep inside, the depresive girl
I juiced to be.
And sometimes it all comes back to me,
again, no ending, no sacrifice to see.
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| Auteur: Rode Roos | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 16 januari 2007 | ||
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