Trouble in paradise..
I don't know
What you were thinking,
or believing.
But I do know this.
Whatever it was..
It wasn't true
You never looked
Or just closed your eyes
Never saw the truth
About lies and deceiving
Hearts, and bleeding
About a wasted youth
Crying at night
Smiling at day
Sadness in paradise,
trouble in hell
With young blood escaping
A body running off
A soul saying a last farewell
Now tell me..
Did you really believe
I was okay?
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| Auteur: Mysticelfje |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: ~Marina~ | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 28 november 2005 | ||
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