Broken heart
I will destroy
This pore boy.
Ooh yes I dare
But you don’t seem to care.
You like to play
But not today.
It’s my game
We don’t feel the same.
Let’s not pretend
This is the end.
A given up story
In all or glory.
Never will admit
Still in love a little bit.
Love and Hate…
You’re to late…
Broken heart,
Still apart.
This pore boy.
Ooh yes I dare
But you don’t seem to care.
You like to play
But not today.
It’s my game
We don’t feel the same.
Let’s not pretend
This is the end.
A given up story
In all or glory.
Never will admit
Still in love a little bit.
Love and Hate…
You’re to late…
Broken heart,
Still apart.
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| Auteur: -*Roxane*- | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 26 januari 2007 | ||
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