--= they dont like me =--
people don't like me because i'm "different"
different from the others, different from the rest..
that's what they think..
but i'm a human too, you know..
i've a heart, that can be broken
i've a brain to think
and i've feelings to feel
but still they think i'm not a person
they think i'm the death
the death itself
different from the others, different from the rest..
that's what they think..
but i'm a human too, you know..
i've a heart, that can be broken
i've a brain to think
and i've feelings to feel
but still they think i'm not a person
they think i'm the death
the death itself
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| Auteur: myrte | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 12 juli 2002 | ||
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