Trust
Why are you telling all my secrets to my friends?
You want me to like you, but this is how it ends
You don't understand that you've hurted me bad,
and now you complain that your life is so sad.
I'm sick of trying to be perfect for you,
you can say whatever you want, everyone knows it's not true.
I'm pissed because you're taking all that's good in me,
now I'm that angry girl again who I don't wanna be.
You want me to like you, but this is how it ends
You don't understand that you've hurted me bad,
and now you complain that your life is so sad.
I'm sick of trying to be perfect for you,
you can say whatever you want, everyone knows it's not true.
I'm pissed because you're taking all that's good in me,
now I'm that angry girl again who I don't wanna be.
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| Auteur: Absinthe | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 18 januari 2008 | ||
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