why.
Why did you have to go away?
Is there something I did to make you feel that way?
Now I feel so dead inside.
Sometimes I just can't help but cry.
Now I have to face the day
To pretend that I'm okay.
I have to get used to you not being there.
Now and then it's just too hard.
It's hard to admit that you're gone.
After sleepless nights, I welcome dawn.
Were you really real or just a dream?
It looked so real, or so it seemed.
They say that a broken heart is hard to heal.
I never realized it, but that truth is real.
Is there something I did to make you feel that way?
Now I feel so dead inside.
Sometimes I just can't help but cry.
Now I have to face the day
To pretend that I'm okay.
I have to get used to you not being there.
Now and then it's just too hard.
It's hard to admit that you're gone.
After sleepless nights, I welcome dawn.
Were you really real or just a dream?
It looked so real, or so it seemed.
They say that a broken heart is hard to heal.
I never realized it, but that truth is real.
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| Auteur: latina-N | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 november 2009 | ||
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