Strike
Strike people,
without giving them a chance to avoid the hit,
u just hit them when they stand or sit.
Hit them with the tears inside your mind,
so that death has only u to find.
How painful this truth might be,
I think it is easy to see,
that I’m dieing because of the pain in me.
without giving them a chance to avoid the hit,
u just hit them when they stand or sit.
Hit them with the tears inside your mind,
so that death has only u to find.
How painful this truth might be,
I think it is easy to see,
that I’m dieing because of the pain in me.
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| Auteur: Pure Love |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 21 april 2002 | ||
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