They broke up
'Not my personal type-
Not worth the hype-'
She twirled her long hair
Round her finger and told the man:
'Out off my way!'
You hear me say.
'Life is not fair.
I know, but I've been in despair.
For over A whole lot off years,
too low.
You know,
I gotta get rid off this pain by now
I gotta get out off your infatuation somehow.'
She bats her eyes, looking at her feet.
Realising her life just felt incomplete.
With this man in front off her standing.
So she decided to bring her relationship to an ending.
'You're not my thing.'
And turned around, out off the house.
Leaving her boring fiancée, before he could become
Her spouse.
Not worth the hype-'
She twirled her long hair
Round her finger and told the man:
'Out off my way!'
You hear me say.
'Life is not fair.
I know, but I've been in despair.
For over A whole lot off years,
too low.
You know,
I gotta get rid off this pain by now
I gotta get out off your infatuation somehow.'
She bats her eyes, looking at her feet.
Realising her life just felt incomplete.
With this man in front off her standing.
So she decided to bring her relationship to an ending.
'You're not my thing.'
And turned around, out off the house.
Leaving her boring fiancée, before he could become
Her spouse.
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| Avr: | Dinsdag, december 04, 2018 11:34 |
| Pijnlijk! Maar inpakken, en wegwezen is inderdaad soms de beste oplossing. Sterkte! Mooi verwoord! | |
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| Auteur: Dreaming Star | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 03 december 2018 | ||
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