Not made of stone...
Those voices in my head
Screaming out of my past
Trying to forget them
But forever they will last
They keep saying I have to do it
Could refuse for nearly two years
But this night they finally broke me
Now I'm spilling blood and tears
They say that if I keep doing it
They will finally leave me alone
And maybe I have to listen
My heart isn't made of stone...
Screaming out of my past
Trying to forget them
But forever they will last
They keep saying I have to do it
Could refuse for nearly two years
But this night they finally broke me
Now I'm spilling blood and tears
They say that if I keep doing it
They will finally leave me alone
And maybe I have to listen
My heart isn't made of stone...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| september: | Maandag, juli 15, 2024 10:09 |
| Het blijft mooi Matt. Not made of stone. Ik hoop dat het jou goed gaat. Warme groet. | |
| brokendoll: | Donderdag, februari 21, 2013 15:14 |
| mooie rijm ,tof:)x | |
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 21 februari 2013 | ||
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