well, it hurts.
Well, it hurts.
I try to understand,
You’re so lost.
I want you to love me,
I want you to hold me.
I was waiting,
Waiting so long.
For someone who was going to make my live a little bit easier.
But since you here,
My whole live is just a fucked up mess.
I want you to tell me,
I want you to help me.
This hurts..
You and me.
Or you and she?
What have I to believe..
When my eyes see all this mess.
When my ears hear all these rumours.
You’re so mixed up, and full of pain.
Holding on to your daily dose.
This is not fair.
It hurts.. when you don’t tell the truth.
Tell me all your problems like a men.
Tell me all about it.
It hurts, but I love you to.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| SaMm,,: | Dinsdag, november 29, 2005 20:24 |
| mooi geschreven!! | |
| Fascinate: | Dinsdag, november 29, 2005 19:56 |
| Liefde en drugs, de 2 mooiste dingen uit het leven eigenlijk. Maar samen een drama. 3 Amsterdam jah! Let's go together and dance/trip the night away. |
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| God is the only one i trust: | Dinsdag, november 29, 2005 19:34 |
| mooi geschreven lieverd:), hoop dat ie je begrijpt, en dat ie van die snol afblijft, xxhvj bevj, dikke knuffel mij | |
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| Gecontroleerd door: ~Marina~ | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 28 november 2005 | ||
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