not an option
My friends are always telling me to move on, to give up.
But why? Why should I? They don't see you the way that I see you.
They don't look into your eyes and see the world.
Why would they understand?
They can't possibly imagine what it means to look at your
best friend and see all their hopes and dreams come true.
I wish for once, just once, they could walk a mile in my shoes.
But they wouldn't need to walk that far,
they would just take one step and suddenly,
they would take back every bit of 'getting over you'
advice they had ever given me and realize you're my life,
you were meant for me, and that moving on or giving up is
simply not an option.
But why? Why should I? They don't see you the way that I see you.
They don't look into your eyes and see the world.
Why would they understand?
They can't possibly imagine what it means to look at your
best friend and see all their hopes and dreams come true.
I wish for once, just once, they could walk a mile in my shoes.
But they wouldn't need to walk that far,
they would just take one step and suddenly,
they would take back every bit of 'getting over you'
advice they had ever given me and realize you're my life,
you were meant for me, and that moving on or giving up is
simply not an option.
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| UniQue*: | Maandag, december 26, 2005 16:48 |
| Goed Geschreven! Maar Bestaat deze niet al? Heb um al eerder gelezen.. Fijne Kerst Dagen;) KnuFfKusS UniQue* |
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| Gepubliceerd op: 26 december 2005 | ||
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