Wreck
Wreck
I drive, but i’m only staring straight forward..
The gas paddle goes deeper, and I’m not letting go..
The turn comes, but I don’t want to steer anymore.
I want to drive off this cliff and just be done with this.
This is the moment that I’m letting go of this world.
Sometimes I wish I could,
Sometimes I wish I could wreck this and be over..
I drive, but i’m only staring straight forward..
The gas paddle goes deeper, and I’m not letting go..
The turn comes, but I don’t want to steer anymore.
I want to drive off this cliff and just be done with this.
This is the moment that I’m letting go of this world.
Sometimes I wish I could,
Sometimes I wish I could wreck this and be over..
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| Auteur: Asylum | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: de Diana | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 februari 2012 | ||
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