Regret
Sitting in my room;
realising how many chances I had...
Chances to be with you..
Makes me feel bad.
Cuz I now know you wanted it too.
You never told what you,
felt for me.
And it was so hard to see,
that you were in love with me.
Now you're gone away,
with another girl.
Now she's your pearl..
So I regret it with all my heart,
that it was so hard..
to show you my feelings,
to tell you my needings...
I don't love you now,
I just miss you somehow...
realising how many chances I had...
Chances to be with you..
Makes me feel bad.
Cuz I now know you wanted it too.
You never told what you,
felt for me.
And it was so hard to see,
that you were in love with me.
Now you're gone away,
with another girl.
Now she's your pearl..
So I regret it with all my heart,
that it was so hard..
to show you my feelings,
to tell you my needings...
I don't love you now,
I just miss you somehow...
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| Deadeyes: | Woensdag, november 10, 2004 10:36 |
| Niet alles hoeft perfect te rijmen, stel jezelf eens wat minder regels op om meer tot uiting te komen | |
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| Auteur: Pischa | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ~Marina~ | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 10 november 2004 | ||
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