No, I won’t turn the table a quarter to the left
Find your way home, without passing me by
It’s just not your right, involving me into this situation
Stop asking for the reason You already know why
Today isn’t your day, neither your time
You’ve got your place behind that line
You’re superfluous to my story in every way
Live your own life and let me live mine
Think about me every hour when you’re feeling down
Have regret of the places and the faces you faked
Think of me and understand I’ll never think of you again
All this is for you Now it’s my turn to see you laying naked
Painful isn’t it?
26 november 2003
Esther Schrijvers: | Donderdag, november 27, 2003 20:21 |
Mooi! | |
de nifter: | Donderdag, november 27, 2003 08:04 |
hee!!!! je kunt het ook in het engels!!!! | |
MayadeBij: | Woensdag, november 26, 2003 20:29 |
=:)}}) uhm yep.. ieeeeeekssss. | |
Oorlam: | Woensdag, november 26, 2003 19:58 |
wow het zal de dag wel zijn:)) mooi geschreven, superfluous kom je niet vaak tegen..! |
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