All this time

by Anita   Apr 29, 2007


Whats the meaning of life
When theres that knife
You can cut your self so HARD
And never come back

I wonder about this everyday
I even lay
Looking at that sharp knife
Wanting to grab it soo BAD

Right now I'm listinging to music
Wondering is this real
Can I actually live
But all this time I was thinking about love when I grab that knife

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