Sick of you
The first time you told me you can't stand the sight of me I cried for days and weeks. Maybe you only said it out of anger ?
The second time you told me you can't stand the sight of me I realized that maybe you ment it...
All the following times you told me you can't stand the sight of me are forever captured inside of me...
Living with your words has become a daily habit.
Living with this pain has become a daily habit.
I'm sorry I didn't turned out the way you wanted me to be.
I'm sorry I can't no longer stand the sight of you...
The second time you told me you can't stand the sight of me I realized that maybe you ment it...
All the following times you told me you can't stand the sight of me are forever captured inside of me...
Living with your words has become a daily habit.
Living with this pain has become a daily habit.
I'm sorry I didn't turned out the way you wanted me to be.
I'm sorry I can't no longer stand the sight of you...
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| shazi: | Woensdag, mei 19, 2004 10:51 |
| cool. En herkenbaar. Ach sommige mensen wat ze mankeren zullen we nooit begrijpen is het niet.Ha ha. people..... |
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| Gepubliceerd op: 18 mei 2004 | ||
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