Broken bones, pile of stones
this pain shows, hatred grows
freaking sick, hitting stick
burning fire, skins desire
I don't wanna be a human
I don't wanna be sick
All this hate inside is growing
can you see it showing?
There's the dust, made by broken trust
Can't relie, on things that pass by
It's such a shame, still so lame
better end this game and fuck away
I just hate to be this way
Why do I even stay?
in this world of sorrow
I don't see any tomorrow
The last deed I'll ever do
is say goodbye to my dog and you
Fuck the rest, I blew the test
Now it's time to face, my name in disgrace
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IN HET SPROOKJESBOS IS HET OOK WELEENS HOMMELUS !! Arthur Schopenhauer is geniaal.
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