My Own Mistake
Through this life I'm wandering
product of my own mistakes
destined to feel all the pain
of my own stupidity
All my assumptions are
nothing but selfishness
fed by self-centered logic
I have failed myself
deceived and tricked myself
and damaged myself
slowly, with every breath
Others despise me
cause of the words I speak
like raging deamons
they're released by a wicked soul
I feel fully alive
but I might as well be dead
I'm my own mistake
product of my own mistakes
destined to feel all the pain
of my own stupidity
All my assumptions are
nothing but selfishness
fed by self-centered logic
I have failed myself
deceived and tricked myself
and damaged myself
slowly, with every breath
Others despise me
cause of the words I speak
like raging deamons
they're released by a wicked soul
I feel fully alive
but I might as well be dead
I'm my own mistake
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| Auteur: MyOwnMistake | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Marina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 12 november 2007 | ||
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