people
Why do people think I’m great.
People say they love me.
But why does that has to be.
Do they love me for who I am?
Or for what I am.
Sometimes I ask them why do you love me.
They answer because of you.
But when I ask them which part of me,
The can’t give me an answer.
Maybe I should let it be,
I’m just wondering when will I be free.
I am who I am I can’t change that.
I wish I could.
Maybe then people wouldn’t love me that much.
People say they love me.
But why does that has to be.
Do they love me for who I am?
Or for what I am.
Sometimes I ask them why do you love me.
They answer because of you.
But when I ask them which part of me,
The can’t give me an answer.
Maybe I should let it be,
I’m just wondering when will I be free.
I am who I am I can’t change that.
I wish I could.
Maybe then people wouldn’t love me that much.
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| Auteur: kitty666kat | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 28 april 2006 | ||
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