Sometimes
sometimes i wish i wass never born.
sometimes i think what's the use.
Why am i still alive.
What is the use to life if there no one to share your life with.
Everytime you think they love you and want to be with you.
they lett you fall.
And when you fall it seems like there no end.
With the tears all over your face.
And you cant say a word without crying.
And thinking about that "special" one that lett you down.
And when your finaly at the end.
Theres only one way out.
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| Auteur: Crushingheaven | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 23 juni 2009 | ||
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