Still..
Still..
still i'am feeling insecure and sad..
Why Does it makes me look bad..
He tells me i look fine..
He keeps on telling me i'am his sunshine..
my heart is everything he want..
but would it be the outside that counds..??
i've bin broken for so many times..
he fixed it..taking me on little sky drives..
he tells me i'am the prettiest girl on the world..
it gets up in my mind and curls..
i know he means it all..
he often tells me with just one call..
still i'am feeling insecure and sad..
Why Does it makes me look bad..
He tells me i look fine..
He keeps on telling me i'am his sunshine..
still i'am feeling insecure and sad..
Why Does it makes me look bad..
He tells me i look fine..
He keeps on telling me i'am his sunshine..
my heart is everything he want..
but would it be the outside that counds..??
i've bin broken for so many times..
he fixed it..taking me on little sky drives..
he tells me i'am the prettiest girl on the world..
it gets up in my mind and curls..
i know he means it all..
he often tells me with just one call..
still i'am feeling insecure and sad..
Why Does it makes me look bad..
He tells me i look fine..
He keeps on telling me i'am his sunshine..
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| Auteur: Bumblebéé | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 22 juli 2007 | ||
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