PRAAT
ik zie zoveel problemen
en ik hoor zoveel shit
ik kan het best wel aan
ik kan er wel mee dealen
zo lang ik er over praat
en over me zelf praat
dan kan ik het wel aan
want dan leer ik
dan zie ik
dan voel ik
dan hoor ik
dat wat er uit moet
PLEASE
everyone in deep shit
find someone to talk to
some one to trust
find a place that is save
and fuck the concerns it brings
because every worry
and every moment of pain and doubt
YOU ARE WORTH IT
I AM FUCKING CRYING HERE
the shit i see arround me
and i feel helplees and stupid
i hater to see you suffer
i can not take it that you shut off , down , out
for some freaking reason tears fall in my room
drip on my pants
in my tea cup
my cheaks wet and traced
HOW I WISH YOU ALL COULD TALK AND FIND PEACE
this shit is taring me apart
it is not right to sit here
knowing you sit alone fucked up messed up by what ever you suffered
it makes me cry and feel ashamed i am a man
it makes me wanna kill
but i can't
I CRY
salty tears
i can not cry
boys don't cry
and i can not stop
i need it
i feel fucked up
i need this
but i hate to see
you suffer
i may not kill an arab
but i do want to kill your cancer
your pain and doubts
your demons and devils
the monsters in the closet
under the bed
i need to be in your darkness
so i can fight what makes you suffer
i hate to see you suffer
i don't want this
i do not want this
en ik hoor zoveel shit
ik kan het best wel aan
ik kan er wel mee dealen
zo lang ik er over praat
en over me zelf praat
dan kan ik het wel aan
want dan leer ik
dan zie ik
dan voel ik
dan hoor ik
dat wat er uit moet
PLEASE
everyone in deep shit
find someone to talk to
some one to trust
find a place that is save
and fuck the concerns it brings
because every worry
and every moment of pain and doubt
YOU ARE WORTH IT
I AM FUCKING CRYING HERE
the shit i see arround me
and i feel helplees and stupid
i hater to see you suffer
i can not take it that you shut off , down , out
for some freaking reason tears fall in my room
drip on my pants
in my tea cup
my cheaks wet and traced
HOW I WISH YOU ALL COULD TALK AND FIND PEACE
this shit is taring me apart
it is not right to sit here
knowing you sit alone fucked up messed up by what ever you suffered
it makes me cry and feel ashamed i am a man
it makes me wanna kill
but i can't
I CRY
salty tears
i can not cry
boys don't cry
and i can not stop
i need it
i feel fucked up
i need this
but i hate to see
you suffer
i may not kill an arab
but i do want to kill your cancer
your pain and doubts
your demons and devils
the monsters in the closet
under the bed
i need to be in your darkness
so i can fight what makes you suffer
i hate to see you suffer
i don't want this
i do not want this
14 okt 2004 - bewerkt op 01 mrt 2007
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Streep
vrijdag 15 oktober 2004 02:44
boys don't cry - the cure,
en dit verhaal is lief,
en duidelijk
hoeveel je om 'mensen' geeft -
Pasja
vrijdag 15 oktober 2004 09:12
Even if you find people to talk to...
That doesn't say that you are able to talk
There may be enough people to talk to...
But when it comes to the point of speeking,
Your always alone
Me -
*DiDi*
vrijdag 15 oktober 2004 13:12
... maybe we need a little chat again
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