Everytime
Every time
I think
That I will survive
You come to me
And mess with my feelings
Every time
I’m struckling
With my emotions
You come to me
And make me strong
You always there
Just at the right time
To save or to break me
But there will be
A time
That you will be to late
Or you will find me
Sow strong as I ever can be
Or broken down dying at the floor
Tell me
What will it be
I think
That I will survive
You come to me
And mess with my feelings
Every time
I’m struckling
With my emotions
You come to me
And make me strong
You always there
Just at the right time
To save or to break me
But there will be
A time
That you will be to late
Or you will find me
Sow strong as I ever can be
Or broken down dying at the floor
Tell me
What will it be
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| Auteur: Blömsje Stengel | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 19 januari 2004 | ||
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