Nobody knows,
Nobody knows…
Nobody knows, that when it’s late at night, i can’t sleep and hold my pillow tight
Nobody knows, how I really feel…inside
Nobody knows, that I cry myself to sleep
Nobody knows, that I’m afraid to cut to deep
Nobody knows, that most of the time I feel worthless
Nobody really care
Can’t you see, I’m not made of steal
When you hurt me my pain is quite real
*You don’t have to feel sorry for me
But it really burns
I just thought I mention it (to whom it concerns)
Nobody knows, that when it’s late at night, i can’t sleep and hold my pillow tight
Nobody knows, how I really feel…inside
Nobody knows, that I cry myself to sleep
Nobody knows, that I’m afraid to cut to deep
Nobody knows, that most of the time I feel worthless
Nobody really care
Can’t you see, I’m not made of steal
When you hurt me my pain is quite real
*You don’t have to feel sorry for me
But it really burns
I just thought I mention it (to whom it concerns)
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| Auteur: Sad_angel | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 december 2006 | ||
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