dreaming about
At night I used to dream
About that one person
Who is calling herself
My mother
She hates me like hell
She trough me out
She doesn’t want me
For who I am
But now you came
You coloured my life
Made me see
The good thing in life
I thank you for that
And hope you wont leave
‘cause I love you
like I never loved before
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| Auteur: *_butty_* | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 22 februari 2006 | ||
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