Devoured
Flying from some endless thoughts
that keep knocking on my door
Is it truly my feeling that rots
or is it only falling on the floor
Deception is one thing
but believing your own lies
is pretty frightening
when I look into your eyes
Should this really be the place
where I've been dreaming of
where we used to chase
and make tremendous love
I tried something I wasn't sure of
Now I know it was the last time
That I'd tried to see enough
And to make our thoughts rhyme
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| Auteur: Marble | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 25 juni 2004 | ||
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