I hurt myself so you can't
At least I can go home and get some peace in my head
But the worst is when it comes home with me
And hear all over again all the words that have been said
The hurt I can't handle overflows to a knife
While I'm thinking of the destroyer of my life
It's like if you're the knife that has control over me
I hear your words and as soon as I cut myself yours words fade and I feel free
That's why I cut, why I hurt myself with the blood on my hand
Just a good feeling, hurting myself
So you can't
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| Gecontroleerd door: Erwin | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 24 februari 2012 | ||
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