Final bow
I feel
all this rage
It’s not real
my cage
I fight
But I can’t
I’m not alright
Final stand
Is upon me now
This fear
controls me now
Like a spear
can’t allow
my rage
one last time
an empty stage
is mine
taking my final bow…
all this rage
It’s not real
my cage
I fight
But I can’t
I’m not alright
Final stand
Is upon me now
This fear
controls me now
Like a spear
can’t allow
my rage
one last time
an empty stage
is mine
taking my final bow…
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| Auteur: Wesley Pieterse | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Brenda | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 16 maart 2015 | ||
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