blood
the sweet bitternis of your eyes have torn me appart.
and when i look at my hands, they still bleed.
and when i am running from reality,
i still can see where i put my feet.
my heart is empty, there won't be any blood in it.
but the problem is, it won't stop pounding.
and whit your eyes you only brought me in deeper shit.
when everything turns black,
that's when i know: there's no turning back.
you left me here, on the floor,
i can't see, but i hear everything,
and i also can hear you closing the door.
and when i look at my hands, they still bleed.
and when i am running from reality,
i still can see where i put my feet.
my heart is empty, there won't be any blood in it.
but the problem is, it won't stop pounding.
and whit your eyes you only brought me in deeper shit.
when everything turns black,
that's when i know: there's no turning back.
you left me here, on the floor,
i can't see, but i hear everything,
and i also can hear you closing the door.
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| Auteur: Annelijn en Olle | 
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| Gepubliceerd op: 15 april 2006 | ||
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