You're sick
Now I’m finally alone.
Alone with my mind and my feelings.
Sometimes I’ve wish you to hell,
but this…
How could I know that it will goes like this?
Where in this fucking world is still justice?
You’re angry, you’re mad.
And I got to understand.
But I can’t…
Why you?
Why this?
I don’t believe that God is doing this!
But whatever there will happen,
I want you to know that I care about you.
En when you’re sleeping,
lying in your bed like a little baby,
my feelings tell me that I love you.
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| Auteur: FireFly | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 10 maart 2004 | ||
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