Our game
The game I played, wouldn't stop.
I was so good, I couldn't get enough.
Till I heard you cry on the phone,
than I realised this ain't a game anymore.
For you it never was,
cause you tought you knew what true love was.
You started freaking and said things I didn't enjoy.
Than we broke up and you would never be the same boy.
First we tried to be friends,
but we end up crying in our own hands.
I was so good, I couldn't get enough.
Till I heard you cry on the phone,
than I realised this ain't a game anymore.
For you it never was,
cause you tought you knew what true love was.
You started freaking and said things I didn't enjoy.
Than we broke up and you would never be the same boy.
First we tried to be friends,
but we end up crying in our own hands.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Parcifal: | Zondag, maart 06, 2005 11:47 |
| mooi zeer mooi geschreven liefdesverdriet is nooit tof hou vol :) |
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| Auteur: geennaam | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 06 maart 2005 | ||
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