Done
I'm done
I just don't know how to tell you
That I'm done,
Done talking to you,
Waiting for a sign
That you are who I thought you are
A man with an interest in people,
The way they are
A man who isn't afraid to say hello,
When he sees someone
A man who can forgive and forget
A man who isn't afraid that I might talk to him
I'm done
Crying about you,
I'm moving on
I just don't know how to tell you
That I'm done,
Done talking to you,
Waiting for a sign
That you are who I thought you are
A man with an interest in people,
The way they are
A man who isn't afraid to say hello,
When he sees someone
A man who can forgive and forget
A man who isn't afraid that I might talk to him
I'm done
Crying about you,
I'm moving on
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| Auteur: Anthea | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 23 januari 2008 | ||
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