...*No More*...
I told you my problems..
But you wanne listen..
I told you how much I love you..
But it say you nothing..
I told you the truth.
but you saw also the lies.
I told you my life.
But you wanne no it.
I told you my story.
But you saw the fantasy..
I say you nothing anymore.
Cause your maken your own way.
Your make youre own life.
And I wanted your life anymore..
I don't believe anymore in your strory's
I don't want it anymore.
Cause its to late to love me.
It's to late to believe in you and me.
Cause ther is alone me.
And you.
You say me nothing anymore.
But you wanne listen..
I told you how much I love you..
But it say you nothing..
I told you the truth.
but you saw also the lies.
I told you my life.
But you wanne no it.
I told you my story.
But you saw the fantasy..
I say you nothing anymore.
Cause your maken your own way.
Your make youre own life.
And I wanted your life anymore..
I don't believe anymore in your strory's
I don't want it anymore.
Cause its to late to love me.
It's to late to believe in you and me.
Cause ther is alone me.
And you.
You say me nothing anymore.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| madeleine1989: | Dinsdag, januari 18, 2005 22:59 |
| Wat moet het klote gevoelt hebben als hij niet naar je heeft willen luisteren enz! Sterkte, je komt er echt wel overheen, misschien wat tijd nodig. Heel veel liefs madeleine |
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| Auteur: Joyce Rietveld | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ;o)x | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 18 januari 2005 | ||
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