Book of a bitch
Read the book that is called bitch,
I'm not suprised your photo is in it.
The first 2 lines are so true,
about what you did and all that shit.
My eyes keep rolling over the paper,
it's all so real, it's frightning me.
Did you write this book for me?
Is this some kind of apology?
You wrote what you did wrond,
and suddenly our song appears.
The lyrics made me cry once,
it's about how to try again, dispite all the fears.
Read the last line of this book,
it says; this one goes out to you.
Me eyes are opening slowly, a dream?
does this mean you miss me, I don't have a clue.
I'm not suprised your photo is in it.
The first 2 lines are so true,
about what you did and all that shit.
My eyes keep rolling over the paper,
it's all so real, it's frightning me.
Did you write this book for me?
Is this some kind of apology?
You wrote what you did wrond,
and suddenly our song appears.
The lyrics made me cry once,
it's about how to try again, dispite all the fears.
Read the last line of this book,
it says; this one goes out to you.
Me eyes are opening slowly, a dream?
does this mean you miss me, I don't have a clue.
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| Auteur: PatrickJ | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 september 2005 | ||
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