goobye
i don't recordnize you any more,
when you stand at my door,
i see your sillohet,
but not what's in your head.
when you speak I can't hear you,,
becasue you don't speak like you normaly do.
you speak with words withouth any feelin,
those are hanging on the seeling.
you're far away,
somewere were i can't stay.
to much hurt and pain,,
I'd go insain.,
so goodbye to my love,,
good by to the one that has my heart,
goodbye,,
we'll go apart.
when you stand at my door,
i see your sillohet,
but not what's in your head.
when you speak I can't hear you,,
becasue you don't speak like you normaly do.
you speak with words withouth any feelin,
those are hanging on the seeling.
you're far away,
somewere were i can't stay.
to much hurt and pain,,
I'd go insain.,
so goodbye to my love,,
good by to the one that has my heart,
goodbye,,
we'll go apart.
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| Auteur: *joue* | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 augustus 2006 | ||
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