Goodbye cruel world
The loneliness in my heart,
The note on my desk,
The bullet in my gun.
Goodbye cruel world!
My will to survive, together
Whit my eyes, fading away.
The gun at my temple.
Goodbye cruel world!
The world that passes me by,
My future, my dreams, shattered to peaces.
My finger at the trigger.
Goodbye cruel world!
The woman at my grave,
The tears, the grief
I hope I’ll never see them again.
Goodbye cruel world!
So long!
I did my time in the land of the living.
See the angel of death
He’s holding my gun.
The note on my desk,
The bullet in my gun.
Goodbye cruel world!
My will to survive, together
Whit my eyes, fading away.
The gun at my temple.
Goodbye cruel world!
The world that passes me by,
My future, my dreams, shattered to peaces.
My finger at the trigger.
Goodbye cruel world!
The woman at my grave,
The tears, the grief
I hope I’ll never see them again.
Goodbye cruel world!
So long!
I did my time in the land of the living.
See the angel of death
He’s holding my gun.
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| Auteur: Augustin | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 20 maart 2008 | ||
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