The perfect person
The perfect person
Why do you do this to me?
I know I am not pretty, smart and nice
But why do you make my life like a hell?
And why can’t you just accept those things?
I work so very very hard
But I never can make you pride off me
And you never love me
Because I am not good enough for you, you say
Let me tell you one thing:
I know I am not pretty, smart or even nice
But you can’t visit me for something I can’t help
Because nobody is perfect
I love you for ever, even if you make my life like a hell
And even if you never love me.
Why do you do this to me?
I know I am not pretty, smart and nice
But why do you make my life like a hell?
And why can’t you just accept those things?
I work so very very hard
But I never can make you pride off me
And you never love me
Because I am not good enough for you, you say
Let me tell you one thing:
I know I am not pretty, smart or even nice
But you can’t visit me for something I can’t help
Because nobody is perfect
I love you for ever, even if you make my life like a hell
And even if you never love me.
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| Auteur: Roozje | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 09 augustus 2007 | ||
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