Too late..
It's raining, it's raining
blood stains on my soul
every moment feels like eternity
nothing can make my life whole
nothing can keep me from going insane
Forget about me,
I cannot forget my pain
Pick up the pieces
throw them all away
Dig up the words
you forgot to say
Something inside is changing
Don't deny what you feel
I can barely function
it's too late to be healed
I try to find another way
But it's too late
The pain took my soul away from me
and turned it into hate...
blood stains on my soul
every moment feels like eternity
nothing can make my life whole
nothing can keep me from going insane
Forget about me,
I cannot forget my pain
Pick up the pieces
throw them all away
Dig up the words
you forgot to say
Something inside is changing
Don't deny what you feel
I can barely function
it's too late to be healed
I try to find another way
But it's too late
The pain took my soul away from me
and turned it into hate...
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| Auteur: marij.. | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Frummel | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 09 juli 2002 | ||
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