Weak as I am
Weak as i am, i had to keep my lies
my mind was working over
i had to pay the prize
for years i had been faithfull
the truth i couldn't face
kept smiling to the world
faked with amazing grace
i knew someday i'd breakdown
and soon or late confess
i'm not the girl you see
i'm nothing but a mess
(but working on it)
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| Auteur: ~Esmée~ | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 06 maart 2006 | ||
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