Decay
A rotten feeling.
The smell of death in my nose.
Everytime I see myself.
I just can't help it.
I wish I wasn't suffering.
From some stupid depression.
I started to decay.
when I came here.
My life is in pieces.
And I need help.
Help to put it back.
To put them back.
Together...
The smell of death in my nose.
Everytime I see myself.
I just can't help it.
I wish I wasn't suffering.
From some stupid depression.
I started to decay.
when I came here.
My life is in pieces.
And I need help.
Help to put it back.
To put them back.
Together...
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| Auteur: Touch-Of-Fate | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maria | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 22 mei 2009 | ||
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