why?
Why?
The question keeps spinning around my head,
but why doesn't he love me instead.
That night with another girl,
that made my head swirl
he says he he's sorry,
he said i dont have to worry.
But i don't believe him, and that's the worst thing
The question keeps spinning around my head,
but why doesn't he love me instead.
That night with another girl,
that made my head swirl
he says he he's sorry,
he said i dont have to worry.
But i don't believe him, and that's the worst thing
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 22 april 2002 | ||
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