suicide
closed doors, scary ass people
i feel locked up in a web of evil
like i'm some criminal and the world is cruel
i wanna run but it has no use
nomatter where i go, there's nowhere to hide
i'm so confused, can't help it but cry
looking out the window, rain splatters to the ground
tears stream down my face, thinking of ways to die
mother i resent you, my whole fucking life is a lie
if i wasn't born i hadn't have to commit suicide
so mommy i hate you for the gift of life
i feel locked up in a web of evil
like i'm some criminal and the world is cruel
i wanna run but it has no use
nomatter where i go, there's nowhere to hide
i'm so confused, can't help it but cry
looking out the window, rain splatters to the ground
tears stream down my face, thinking of ways to die
mother i resent you, my whole fucking life is a lie
if i wasn't born i hadn't have to commit suicide
so mommy i hate you for the gift of life
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| Auteur: incus | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 02 januari 2012 | ||
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