I put my hands up and surrender
Too afraid to stay in the fight
A forgotten strenght I will never know
Tells how to get through this night
When I finally stand up straight
You want me crawling on the floor
I could cover my body with bleeding wounds
And you still would want to see one more
If I want to run from you
You keep me down with every touch
Despite of all the scars I show
You just want one too much
I try to beat you everytime
But your soul is just too tough
Cause no matter how many cuts there are
It is never enough..
Wicked Soul: | Zaterdag, augustus 21, 2004 21:12 |
:( Nou, ik zeg je dat het wel genoeg is maar ik betwijfel of je naar mij zal luisteren. Don't let others hurt you. Don't hurt yourself. You deserve better than pain, better than grief. Please take care. Warm embrace, -Lien.- |
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The unreachable: | Zaterdag, augustus 21, 2004 12:26 |
Bij die laatste zin stond mijn hart even stil denk ik..You touched my heart..letterlijk dan :-p Erg mooi geschreven, Lost_Angel! | |
Lee-Anne: | Vrijdag, augustus 20, 2004 18:31 |
Wow!!! Zo mooi... kan er geen woorden voor vinden!! Ga zo door!! |
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Lee-Anne: | Vrijdag, augustus 20, 2004 18:29 |
Wow!!! Zo mooi... kan er geen woorden voor vinden!! Ga zo door!! |
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Auteur: Mysticelfje | ||
Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 20 augustus 2004 | ||
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