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2 Jaar, 3 Maand, 1 Week en 6 Dagen...........♥ | |
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| zaterdag, 21/03/09 16:24 | 
'k Heb u doodgraag wel(l), lieverd.
You'd give me chance
time and time again
Now my feelings for you
every tear every smile paid in full
But no longer can I take the pain
It's hard for me to love myself right now
I've waited, Hated, blamed it all on you
I needed to be strong, but always I was to weak..
I'm the one who's to blame for the state we're in..
Did you change? I did soo..
Love can grow from the last grain...
It's hard for me to love myself right now
I've waited, Hated, blamed it all on....
.... you
I need you!
Less and less and everyday again,
can I keep my head up !
Yet have grown my love for You even more
My fault that you lost your thrust in me,
that you'd turn your back to me.
You and me mouth the words,
we're not ready to speak.
We're scared of us,
we never had a clue
that we're becoming so much stronger...
I can't take what you have for me now
if it's not too late I'll make it up to you
I'll try to not miss the last train again
It's hard for me to love myself right now
I've waited, Hated, blamed it all on you
It's hard for me to love my face right now
I'm waiting, hating, needing, you for me
I need you!
Less and less and everyday again,
can I keep my head up!
And everyday leads us farther away
from that moment
It's hard for me to hate yourself right now
I'm waiting, hating, needing, you for me
One day we may have whole new me's and you's
But first we need to learn to...
...love us too
There’s a man in this world,
who has never smiled..
His life was a tragedy...
In the beginning there was a father,
mother and a child.
A troubled silent boy,
whose life they were to destroy..
Known to us from that day on like his father,
Sacrifice
My mother came up with such a clever way
to save the day with a little white lie.
I think I missed the point back then,
but now I grown to understand it, in a way..
My mom said:“I’m sorry.” Only once as I remember..
“The words were not meant hurt,
only destroy you, my stupid son..”
One person can make a difference, sometimes…
Just turn the kid his head when he has a weak neck!
Smiled at his funeral:“Happy you’re dead!”.
All her solutions,
it seemed there were only to problems in disguise
Try to glue with a drunk face,
got ready to erase another day.
The child was yet confident,
altought I had tight.
Always be taught,
at the end of every tunnel’s little light!
It wasn’t lie, it was my hope,
that everything would be fine one day..
Always said: “I can fulfil every dream!”,
but she’s happy as long as I’m not!
I hate it and fear can face it..
“My child, you’re not right,
you’re my greatest shame..
Go out, create thunder,
and go stand right under
That old apple three
Where dead snakes will be your food..”
Lost hopes,
all those kind words could hurt him even more now.
Somehow,
lost one more way back home..
Back at home, there was a monster,
I should’ve been running away, years ago.
The past had made me blind to the way
I’d turned the pain into a way of life.
Followed my mother,
cause she knows the trade.
She’s the portrait of a women
that hates her sun forever..
She was a beast, deadly saint,
so wrong in many ways..
I always wanted to keep up the smoke curtain till the end,
waltzing together.. |
The Scars From A Crying Soul.........769Days ♥ |
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2 Jaar, 3 Maand, 1 Week en 6 Dagen |
| Leeftijd | 18 |
| Geboren op | 09/02/1992 |
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