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 hurting stops
It's sometimes just like sleeping
Curling up inside my private tortures
I nestle into pain
Hug suffering
Caress ever ache
I play dead
It stops the hurting
Article ajouté le 2008-04-09 , consulté 9 fois
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