dead
leave me alone with the pain in my heart,
because I'm not worth to carry about.
the heart is just a thing in blood,
it don't really feel anything.
it's an illusion of the people that it's worth something.
some people say that they care about me,
but than I ask with what?
with what do they really care about?
not with the heart 'cause it can't feel anything.
they don't care so why should I live.
I give up now, it's too late,
the heart is dying, it stops with beating
DEAD
because I'm not worth to carry about.
the heart is just a thing in blood,
it don't really feel anything.
it's an illusion of the people that it's worth something.
some people say that they care about me,
but than I ask with what?
with what do they really care about?
not with the heart 'cause it can't feel anything.
they don't care so why should I live.
I give up now, it's too late,
the heart is dying, it stops with beating
DEAD
Reacties op dit gedicht
| balance is the key: | Dinsdag, februari 01, 2011 22:41 |
| ooeeew meid sterkte! kom op er tegen aan, blijf op beide benen staan,kijk om je heen en blijf niet te veel in je hoofd hangen! groetjes, balance |
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| De Cynicus: | Dinsdag, februari 01, 2011 21:06 |
| Not bad! | |
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| Gepubliceerd op: 01 februari 2011 | ||
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