Split soul
I love her,
I don’t love her,
My hart split in two,
Balancing on the edge,
Seeing her,
Makes my hart burn,
And freeze to death,
My soul still in debate,
Question my feelings,
Cherish my insecurity,
Kill my emotions,
Free me from my chasm.
I don’t love her,
My hart split in two,
Balancing on the edge,
Seeing her,
Makes my hart burn,
And freeze to death,
My soul still in debate,
Question my feelings,
Cherish my insecurity,
Kill my emotions,
Free me from my chasm.
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| Auteur: The Mystery Pianist | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 19 oktober 2006 | ||
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