goodnight
I fucking hate the way I think.
The only thing I want is you and a botlle of wodka to drink.
Although I know I'm messing up my own life,
I still can't win the fights against my knife.
I guess I'm too weak,
and there's no one to who I can speak.
Cause I don't wanna make them feel sad,
cause it's just me who's feeling bad.
So I will see them when I've won my fight,
and if I lose well goodnight
The only thing I want is you and a botlle of wodka to drink.
Although I know I'm messing up my own life,
I still can't win the fights against my knife.
I guess I'm too weak,
and there's no one to who I can speak.
Cause I don't wanna make them feel sad,
cause it's just me who's feeling bad.
So I will see them when I've won my fight,
and if I lose well goodnight
Reacties op dit gedicht
| dead_girl: | Zaterdag, februari 24, 2007 16:35 |
| mooi geschreven sterkte liefs dead_girl |
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| Paiin_*: | Vrijdag, februari 23, 2007 12:40 |
| Mooi.. meisje laat je niet beheersen door hem.. het komt wel goed.. je bent sterk ;) Hvj |
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| **irmani**: | Donderdag, februari 22, 2007 20:46 |
| Jeetje.. mooi gedicht meis!! Maar ik heb je net gezegd dat je sterk bent, en dat ben je ook, wat er ook zal gebeuren, mijn steun heb je. xx | |
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| Auteur: Br0ken | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 22 februari 2007 | ||
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