Gedichten: Knife
?is there any hope left,
for a litle hopeless girl?
is there any hope for a girl who's life is almost over.
her hands are looking for the knife,
her smile turned in to just a couple of lips, who are broken, and willl never heel.
is there any hope left,
for the blood, what will fall down,
to hell,
her punnishment.
is there any hope left?
no there's not.
her hope is gone,
her light on the end of the tunnle,
is broken,
she will not find her way back,
without the peron she loves,
cause his hand is empty,
his talks are sad,
and his heart,
is on the wrong place,
on the place he hates himself.
he is gone to far in the tunle,
he can't go back,
and can't go forward,
he will always stay in mind,
the same way,
with the same feelings
for a litle hopeless girl?
is there any hope for a girl who's life is almost over.
her hands are looking for the knife,
her smile turned in to just a couple of lips, who are broken, and willl never heel.
is there any hope left,
for the blood, what will fall down,
to hell,
her punnishment.
is there any hope left?
no there's not.
her hope is gone,
her light on the end of the tunnle,
is broken,
she will not find her way back,
without the peron she loves,
cause his hand is empty,
his talks are sad,
and his heart,
is on the wrong place,
on the place he hates himself.
he is gone to far in the tunle,
he can't go back,
and can't go forward,
he will always stay in mind,
the same way,
with the same feelings