Little girl
Little Girl
A little girl
Just a little girl she was
So innocent, loving, caring and special
That’s why I fell in love with her
She became more than just a little girl
She became my friend
She became my life, the air I breathe, my everything
Could it be eternal?
All of this was just a dream
She didn’t love me, she played me
This little girl was just a harsh person inside
A person not caring ‘bout anybody but herself
Hurting me and killing my love for her
I tried to hate her, tried to hate that little girl
I couldn’t, cause I’m still in love with her
Why? Why hurting myself?
Knowing she doesn't care less?
I don’t know why
Truly, I don’t know
A little girl
Just a little girl she was
So innocent, loving, caring and special
That’s why I fell in love with her
She became more than just a little girl
She became my friend
She became my life, the air I breathe, my everything
Could it be eternal?
All of this was just a dream
She didn’t love me, she played me
This little girl was just a harsh person inside
A person not caring ‘bout anybody but herself
Hurting me and killing my love for her
I tried to hate her, tried to hate that little girl
I couldn’t, cause I’m still in love with her
Why? Why hurting myself?
Knowing she doesn't care less?
I don’t know why
Truly, I don’t know
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Muis: | Vrijdag, maart 05, 2004 19:02 |
| Ik snap ook niet waarom ik mezelf zoveel pijn doe en hem niet loslaat.. Maar ja.. liefde maakt blind.. zelfs voor die verdomde pijn.. Bedankt voor je reactie and take care.. |
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| Auteur: U&Me? | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Frummel | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 maart 2004 | ||
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