why
im just sitting here feeling so sad
i'll think i'll better of death
because no matter what i do it all makes me cry
i dont know how and i dont why
why do i cut myself
attention
anger
the past
sorrow
maybe its you i dont know
i'll think its the feeling when i get when te knife reach my wrist
it feels so good even better then your soft kiss
but later when i look in the mirror i'll see such a weak girl
she 's crying
and then i realise i wish i could see myself dying..
i'll think i'll better of death
because no matter what i do it all makes me cry
i dont know how and i dont why
why do i cut myself
attention
anger
the past
sorrow
maybe its you i dont know
i'll think its the feeling when i get when te knife reach my wrist
it feels so good even better then your soft kiss
but later when i look in the mirror i'll see such a weak girl
she 's crying
and then i realise i wish i could see myself dying..
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| Auteur: xx_diSturbed_anGel | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 23 januari 2007 | ||
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