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I hurt myself today to see if I still feel.
I focus on the pain, the only thing that?s real. The needle tears a hole. The old familiar sting. Try to kill it all away, but I remember everything. What have I become my sweetest friend? Everyone I know goes away in the end. And you could have it all. My empire of dirt. I will let you down. I will make you hurt. I wear this crown of thorns on my liar?s chair. Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair. Beneath the stains of time the feelings disappear. You are someone else. I am still right here. What have I become my sweetest friend? Everyone I know goes away in the end. And you could have it all. My empire of dirt. I will let you down. I will make you hurt. If I could start again, a million miles away, I would keep myself. I would find a way. |
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5.3.05 22:15 |
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I was made for lovin' you baby.
You were made for lovin' me. And I can't get enough of you baby. Can you get enough of me. |
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11.3.05 05:30 |
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12.3.05 17:19 |
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12.3.05 17:37 |
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Ich hab voll langeweile....
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