Burning Inside
Sometimes it’s easy to run.
Sometimes you think of a gun.
Knowing you won’t show.
Knowing you won’t let go.
Thinking about it all day.
Because there’s just now way.
Face your pain and fears.
Close your eyes and open your ears.
Turning your back to the past.
That is the only way it will last.
Sometimes you think of a gun.
Knowing you won’t show.
Knowing you won’t let go.
Thinking about it all day.
Because there’s just now way.
Face your pain and fears.
Close your eyes and open your ears.
Turning your back to the past.
That is the only way it will last.
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| Auteur: EmmaC | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 16 november 2011 | ||
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