why us, why
I ask myself why,
why us,
why did you do what you did,
why us,
I ask myself why.
What can i do to feel normal and relief,
why does this cause so much grief,
it hurts like i can't describe,
i can't keep up with this fight.
fighting against my own thoughts and feelings,
who could do this to other human beeings.
Your own flesh and blood,
i wish i could fight it but i can not.
i have to learn to life with this,
this pain and regret,
this feeling i get,
every day when i go to bed.
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| Auteur: memory | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 27 mei 2008 | ||
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