This
How does one confess just everything,
when everything causes trouble.
How can I say the things I feel
Without losing you in the process
I fear of losing you,
in more ways than one
It's not your fault,
I am the one to blame.
Guess I'm just too good
at causing problems for those dear to me
I've proven this once again
And now you are unsure
Would it kill me to just hold back once?
Maybe if I could, things wouldn't be this strange
Too late for excuses now
I'm already lost and dragged you down with me
Just tell me what's next
before I hurt people even more
when everything causes trouble.
How can I say the things I feel
Without losing you in the process
I fear of losing you,
in more ways than one
It's not your fault,
I am the one to blame.
Guess I'm just too good
at causing problems for those dear to me
I've proven this once again
And now you are unsure
Would it kill me to just hold back once?
Maybe if I could, things wouldn't be this strange
Too late for excuses now
I'm already lost and dragged you down with me
Just tell me what's next
before I hurt people even more
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 07 juli 2006 | ||
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