Scattered on my bed
Every night the terrors come
Every night I cry
Every night it's like I die
A little more inside
Ripped apart, broken heart
Nothing can ease the pain
Yet in the morn, have to get up
And face another day
Life will get better is what they said
And now just take a look
Pieces of me spread all around
Scattered on my bed
Every night I cry
Every night it's like I die
A little more inside
Ripped apart, broken heart
Nothing can ease the pain
Yet in the morn, have to get up
And face another day
Life will get better is what they said
And now just take a look
Pieces of me spread all around
Scattered on my bed
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| Auteur: KimVH | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 08 juni 2012 | ||
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