The stranger in the mirror...
The stranger in the mirror...
My eyes are watching
As I’m walking along a mirror
When I only see a shadow
I stap nearer
The shadow become clearer
A stranger I see
I feel her eyes
She’s watching me
I turn my back
Don’t feel her eyes anymore
I turn to her again
And feel the staring you can’t ignore
I don’t recognize her
Who is the stranger I see
You wispered in my ear
That the stranger is me
I stare at her
At her face, in her eyes
And I told you
That you were telling lies
‘Cause the stranger I see
I can’t be really her
‘Cause I know
my face should be blur!
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| moowtjuh: | Dinsdag, januari 11, 2005 16:13 |
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| Auteur: Disgusting Beauty | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 januari 2005 | ||
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