I'll never tell you how I felt when we met,
'cus in my heart, you're already dead.
I gave you my heart, body and soul.
You had it all, but you let me go.
You lied to me, how could I ever forget,
the way you were, before we met.
You told me you'd chanced,
I believed your lies.
I fooled myself,
'cus I needed your eyes.
To tell me how perfect I was,
God, what a fool I am.
Skrevet d.
9. februar 2008, 04:08
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