This is it, here is where I draw te line.
I can't do no more, It's ripping me apart.
Now it's just a matter of time..
You're still hurting me, nevermind to stop...
Never thought about how I would feel.
You are just looking for pieces of me,
to put away and to lock them up.
Well hello, I'm still here..
Sitting on my knees, begging you to take me away,
to the you where I don't have to cry, crawl or fear.
To the you where I can stay.
Said enough, my access is refused.
Cause she is already there, sitting on your throne.
I can't compete with her, it's obvious, I will lose.
Looking at her so high reminds me where I belong...
somewhere near the ground.
This is not a cry for help.
Nor a letter of pity.
It's not a cloud of anger,
or just to make you feel shitty...
This were my last words spoken.
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Ik geloof in de zon. Anja is het liefst wat je kan zijn
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