Our way of communication
Crazy, You can’t make me realise
We’re not living in the paradise
I’ve been with you in my dream last night
Were everything feels so f*cking right
Cause all the promises you make
The feelings you fake
The ironic thing you say
And all games we play
It’s our way of communication
Anybody else would need a translation
But only I know how you meant it
I just wish I did not mean it
Too!
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: jesje | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 13 juli 2002 | ||
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