My Book
The book
Drawing my life
The words are becoming
The thing I always wanted to be
With pain in my hearth
Using my tears as ink
I’m drawing my life
Bleeding from inside
Page after page
Why can’t I give it any color?
Can’t I draw my own life?
Can’t I fill the pages
Full of happiness
Drawing my life
The words are becoming
The thing I always wanted to be
With pain in my hearth
Using my tears as ink
I’m drawing my life
Bleeding from inside
Page after page
Why can’t I give it any color?
Can’t I draw my own life?
Can’t I fill the pages
Full of happiness
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| Auteur: NeverAgain | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Marina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 maart 2009 | ||
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