those words
those words
The words…they hurt
It’s like a hand,
A hand that takes the love I’ve had for you
Maybe I’m not perfect,
Bud I know you neither are
Every time you get drunk
You forget that the hand comes closer
This time you went to far
You went over the line
The hand has taking some love
I know you don’t really want this
Bud still I don’t care
Because the hand was there
van iemand die haar vader steeds minder en minder graag ziet
The words…they hurt
It’s like a hand,
A hand that takes the love I’ve had for you
Maybe I’m not perfect,
Bud I know you neither are
Every time you get drunk
You forget that the hand comes closer
This time you went to far
You went over the line
The hand has taking some love
I know you don’t really want this
Bud still I don’t care
Because the hand was there
van iemand die haar vader steeds minder en minder graag ziet
Reacties op dit gedicht
| MayadeBij: | Maandag, september 29, 2003 23:11 |
| Kan ik me iets bij voorstellen ja, doe maar een beetje voorzichtig dan, kus, | |
