Never ending story
And then he was gone
Like snow can melt with the burning sun
All seems endless
Never ending story with a boring plot
My heart slowly turns black and hardens until no axe or sword can ever break it.
Empty chair
Empty bed
Life seems half, not whole.
Where was my guts when I wanted to tell you the story of the girl who fell in love with you?
No second chances.
Time to let go....
Like snow can melt with the burning sun
All seems endless
Never ending story with a boring plot
My heart slowly turns black and hardens until no axe or sword can ever break it.
Empty chair
Empty bed
Life seems half, not whole.
Where was my guts when I wanted to tell you the story of the girl who fell in love with you?
No second chances.
Time to let go....
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| Auteur: OuweNien | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 04 juli 2007 | ||
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