A knife
A knifes lies on the table,
You're on the right..
I'm on the left..
The knife is between us..
I want to grab it,
And cut my lies..
The knife reflected in your eyes,
The're filled with tears,
Of worries..
Look at that knife,
It's so innocent,
And yet so cruel..
I love you,
But the knife cuts my freedom,
Yet luckily,
It doesn't cut my love..
You're on the right..
I'm on the left..
The knife is between us..
I want to grab it,
And cut my lies..
The knife reflected in your eyes,
The're filled with tears,
Of worries..
Look at that knife,
It's so innocent,
And yet so cruel..
I love you,
But the knife cuts my freedom,
Yet luckily,
It doesn't cut my love..
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| Auteur: Wicked Rose | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 12 oktober 2010 | ||
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