*Why*
Why do I cry over you?
Why do I grieve over you?
Who are you to take my heart,
and throw it into the garbadge?
Why, is all I question.
Nothing, is what I get.
Pain, is how I feel.
And lost is how I react.
Lately, you don't seem to care.
I haven't heared from you for a while now.
And maybe you don't see,
but it's killing me.
Why, is all I wonder.
Nothing, is the answer.
Pain, is how I grieve,
and lost is how I cry.
-Full_Of_Sorrow-
-24-06-04-
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| *hush*: | Maandag, juni 28, 2004 20:47 |
| wow!! heel mooi... but some day you won't have to grieve anymore, you will get what you deserve kus, Nikki |
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| The unreachable: | Maandag, juni 28, 2004 15:20 |
| Very nice... | |
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