All I want
I can thigh the rope around my neck
Give the chair a little kick
Just enough to fall into the deep
And never have to care choosing a fig
I can slit my wrist with true care
Deep into my fragile skin
Using one of my Gillette’s
I doesn’t matter cause I already died within.
I can drown myself on a trip to the beach
Hearing pleasure and joy of the people around
Letting nature do the job
While despising the cheerful sound
But in the end all I want
Is to die a peaceful death
Kill the body that belongs to my soul
And breathing out my last breath
Give the chair a little kick
Just enough to fall into the deep
And never have to care choosing a fig
I can slit my wrist with true care
Deep into my fragile skin
Using one of my Gillette’s
I doesn’t matter cause I already died within.
I can drown myself on a trip to the beach
Hearing pleasure and joy of the people around
Letting nature do the job
While despising the cheerful sound
But in the end all I want
Is to die a peaceful death
Kill the body that belongs to my soul
And breathing out my last breath
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| Auteur: belljar | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 08 maart 2005 | ||
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