Doubts
Doubts,
They come back,
Every time.
Thought they were gone.
But I couldn’t be more wrong.
By every little bump in the road,
He shows himself.
That’s not how it should be,
That’s not the way I want it to be,
Maybe something’s wrong
And I can end it here.
Say goodbye
And walk away.
They come back,
Every time.
Thought they were gone.
But I couldn’t be more wrong.
By every little bump in the road,
He shows himself.
That’s not how it should be,
That’s not the way I want it to be,
Maybe something’s wrong
And I can end it here.
Say goodbye
And walk away.
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| Gecontroleerd door: kitty23 | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 08 maart 2005 | ||
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