Fuck you...
Fuck you, with your lies,
and everything you said.
You don’t meant a word,
you said that you’ll wait.
Fuck you, with your hands,
soft and gentle touching me.
I’m so sorry I enjoyed,
it was wrong, now I see.
Fuck your life,
and fuck my feelings.
Fuck your time,
and fuck my being.
You lied,
you would love me,
you promised.
You didn’t...
Fuck you, with your pretty words...
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| Robski: | Maandag, december 10, 2001 22:57 |
| Fuckin sterk geschreven ;) .. Kijk ook eens mijn "Promises" .. Kan je wel eens herkenning in vinden :) Groetjes, Rob |
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