Abuse
I cover my face with scared hands from endless beating
As I already demand, asked, and begged to stop.
Now his body consumes my soul, body, heart.. my all, as a fast working drug
You think you know me
You think you know me well
Its actually people like you
That make me stay in this shell
So that’s why I hurt myself so you can’t
And just waiting for a reaching hand
As I already demand, asked, and begged to stop.
Now his body consumes my soul, body, heart.. my all, as a fast working drug
You think you know me
You think you know me well
Its actually people like you
That make me stay in this shell
So that’s why I hurt myself so you can’t
And just waiting for a reaching hand
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| Auteur: Sad_angel | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 29 juni 2008 | ||
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