My feelings for you,
I never hesitated to declare.
But it was all to much for you,
maybe you got scared?
The things I said were serious,
so much I hardly dared.
But you might as well have told me,
you never really cared.
When I look in the mirror now,
the image I don´t recognize.
I know it´s supposed to be me,
behind this wall of lies.
I search my own reflection,
what happened to my eyes?
I guess brown eyes turn gray,
when the heart inside dies.
Skrevet d.
17. februar 2006, 19:11
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