Little midgets
They’re speaking to me
The little midgets.
They’re taking my hope
With the voices.
You weak little whore
You won’t win your battle.
Time is running
And you’re standing still.
Stay In silence
Drown in your tears.
Keep running from the truth.
You weak little thing.
You’re not living a fairytale
You won’t live happily ever after.
They’re speaking to me
I hear them constantly.
The little midgets
Inside my head.
The little midgets.
They’re taking my hope
With the voices.
You weak little whore
You won’t win your battle.
Time is running
And you’re standing still.
Stay In silence
Drown in your tears.
Keep running from the truth.
You weak little thing.
You’re not living a fairytale
You won’t live happily ever after.
They’re speaking to me
I hear them constantly.
The little midgets
Inside my head.
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| Ebelientje: | Donderdag, maart 22, 2007 12:13 |
| Ach gossie.. Ze zijn nite voor niet little. JIJ BENT VEEL GROTER EN VEEL STERKER DAN HUN!! |
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| Auteur: Evannah Una Brianna | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sunflower | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 maart 2007 | ||
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