My friend
He was slowly rotting away from the inside
but you couldn’t see anything from the outside
if he had just told me what he was going through
I maybe could’ve helped him
but it was already too late
The boy was way too far gone to save
and so he took his life away
Now he’s dead and under the ground
Without knowing how much he is missed around
I hope I’ll ever see him again
I hope I’ll see my friend again and shake his hand
I hope.
but you couldn’t see anything from the outside
if he had just told me what he was going through
I maybe could’ve helped him
but it was already too late
The boy was way too far gone to save
and so he took his life away
Now he’s dead and under the ground
Without knowing how much he is missed around
I hope I’ll ever see him again
I hope I’ll see my friend again and shake his hand
I hope.
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| You;and;me;together;: | Woensdag, maart 06, 2013 00:20 |
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| Meneer Zes: | Donderdag, april 09, 2009 22:49 |
| Mooi gedicht, Broken-doll. Meneer Zes |
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| Auteur: Peanutt | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 09 april 2009 | ||
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