How?
Sitting here in my room,
planning my own doom.
Noone who cares about it,
should I jump into a pit?
It must be deep enough,
and pretty rough.
It could get messy,
than again I would see Jessie.
She's in heaven, waiting for me,
every day I'm longing to see ...
How it is over there,
where else could she be, nowhere?
Maybe with a knife,
a painful way to end your life ...
What if I'd hang myself,
standing with my feat on the bookshelf.
Now it is time,
to comite suicide.
Is it a crime,
to end this day to day fight?
planning my own doom.
Noone who cares about it,
should I jump into a pit?
It must be deep enough,
and pretty rough.
It could get messy,
than again I would see Jessie.
She's in heaven, waiting for me,
every day I'm longing to see ...
How it is over there,
where else could she be, nowhere?
Maybe with a knife,
a painful way to end your life ...
What if I'd hang myself,
standing with my feat on the bookshelf.
Now it is time,
to comite suicide.
Is it a crime,
to end this day to day fight?
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 10 juni 2002 | ||
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