Tagebuch eines Traumtänzers

Donnerstag, 6. Januar 2011

We all got friends but we stand alone

You feel bad?
You feel sad

I'm sorry, hell no fuck that!
It was my heart,
it was my life,
it was my start,
it was your knife!
This strife it dies,
this life and these lies
.

I wish I could I could have quit you. 
I wish I never missed you.
The future that we both drew,
and all the shit we've
been through.
Obssed with the thought of you, the pain just grew and grew!
How could you do this to me? 
Look at what I made for you,
it never was enough and the world is what I gave to you.
I used to be love struck,
now I'm just fucked up!

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