Pardon me..
Pardon me,
but om fitst
It's my chance now
I'll try
and hope it'll succeed
I know I am able to
but still that insecureness
though..
I keep hoping
praying
for a better day
pardon me
do you know the way
to somewhere I belong
used to
be happy
there
pardon me
but can you tell
what's the meaning
of this all
pardon me
do you even hear me
pardon me
sir?
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| Auteur: Stella Complete | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 22 juni 2009 | ||
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