Play dead..
Darling stop confusing me
With your wishful thinking
Hopeful embraces
Don't you understand!?
I have to go through this
I belong to here
Where no-one cares
And no-one loves
No light
No air to live in
A place called hate
The city of fear..
I play dead
It stops the hurting
I play dead
And the hurting stops
It's sometimes just like sleeping
Curling up inside my private tortures
I nestle into pain
Hug suffering
Caress every ache
I play dead
It stops the hurting
With your wishful thinking
Hopeful embraces
Don't you understand!?
I have to go through this
I belong to here
Where no-one cares
And no-one loves
No light
No air to live in
A place called hate
The city of fear..
I play dead
It stops the hurting
I play dead
And the hurting stops
It's sometimes just like sleeping
Curling up inside my private tortures
I nestle into pain
Hug suffering
Caress every ache
I play dead
It stops the hurting
24 mei 2005 - bewerkt op 24 mei 2005
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Pasja
dinsdag 24 mei 2005 22:45
T stopt wel meer dan de pijn.
Dingen die je niet wilt/mag stoppen.
*knuf*
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