memory
I only know your name
I only know the stories
I only know the fame
I know you're friendly and smart
and that you're a good singer
but is that an art?
Because singing is acting and acting is lying
and in myself I am crying
because you will never love me so much as you say
while you're singing, but one day
it's gonna be okay!!
So you always gonna be in my fantasy
the one Iove, or just a memory...
I only know the stories
I only know the fame
I know you're friendly and smart
and that you're a good singer
but is that an art?
Because singing is acting and acting is lying
and in myself I am crying
because you will never love me so much as you say
while you're singing, but one day
it's gonna be okay!!
So you always gonna be in my fantasy
the one Iove, or just a memory...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| *broken star*: | Maandag, april 16, 2007 21:13 |
| heel mooi ! vo wak begrijp é , want ik en engels ! Xknuf |
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| *moonlight*: | Zondag, maart 25, 2007 20:03 |
| super mooi!!! prachtig verwoord! xxx hvj |
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| *moonlight*: | Zondag, maart 25, 2007 20:02 |
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| Auteur: sisisolde | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 18 februari 2007 | ||
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