My own life
My own life
How could you hurt me?
After all I’ve done for you
What did I do to diserve this?
I really don’t have a clue
Didn’t you care?
Couldn’t you see?
The things you did
were distroying me
The yelling, the insults, the curses
I couldn’t take it anymore
I have to live my own life
But I never realised it before
How could you hurt me?
After all I’ve done for you
What did I do to diserve this?
I really don’t have a clue
Didn’t you care?
Couldn’t you see?
The things you did
were distroying me
The yelling, the insults, the curses
I couldn’t take it anymore
I have to live my own life
But I never realised it before
Reacties op dit gedicht
| XNouKieX: | Vrijdag, september 10, 2004 15:26 |
| prachtig verwoord ik weet hoe je je voelt veel sterkte je komt er welX dikke zoen X |
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| DeAtH: | Zondag, juni 23, 2002 18:04 |
| ookal weer zow mooi.. kuz Death |
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| Rep: | Zondag, juni 23, 2002 10:51 |
| dat jezelf zo belangrijk bent, raar is dat he? take care... liefs |
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| Dark-Enchantress: | Zondag, juni 23, 2002 00:30 |
| ... is heel mooi... goed dat je dat nu realiseerd!!! succes, Kusje, Kirsten |
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| Auteur: slightly twisted | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 23 juni 2002 | ||
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