It hurts too f*ckin much
baby my baby
could someone tell me where you are?????
I've gone mad
I have cried
f*ckin I've cried
but I still have no f*ckin idea why you'd died
I know that I had to kill you
but why am I so f*cked up then?
I know I have to let you go
still I want to grap you with me
and hold you forever
breathe you back into this life....
if only this second...
this minute...
this feeling
this money....this home....
this everything...
I would trade it all only to get you back with me right now
I know it's not my fault
I'm hoping that it's nog my fault
my head hurts so f*ckin much
and I can't seem to stop it...
I could cry all night
but that wouldn't be helping at all I know
I'm not what you've been hoping for
I couldn't save you
I'm not what you wish I would be
but it's too late to change.......
Unicorns, 20-05-2005
*geschreven voor mijn rat, die ik moest laten inslapen*