- Torture -
18/11/2007

The days go by like torture.

The words I cannot say,

They hang above my head

And just get in the way.

I wish the world was different,

I wish it would just change,

That I could be free from you

And not feel so strange.

But I like what I like,

And I am who I am.

Yet you never will want me,

You don't give a damn.

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