Cuz it's all in the past...
I used the nights,
to scream to you.
And the sad fights,
what I was used to.
Long for you,
Care about the lost feeling.
Where I was accustomed to,
Before I was healing.
When I broke from crying,
And my heart was dying.
to scream to you.
And the sad fights,
what I was used to.
Long for you,
Care about the lost feeling.
Where I was accustomed to,
Before I was healing.
When I broke from crying,
And my heart was dying.
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| Auteur: *PinkTears* | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Erwin | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 04 maart 2011 | ||
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