The importance of being liked
I am how others see me,
except that I am not.
For how could I see,
what they think of me.
When in fact, in truth, I cannot.
I know how others see me,
for I can only tell.
Cause in my mind I see,
what they think of me.
And in fact, in truth, that is hell.
I’ll be how others see me,
it takes one single word.
to see what they see,
how they think of me.
And in fact, that truth, it can hurt
I’m just how others see me,
nothing to atone.
Cause how I see,
How they see me.
When in fact, in truth, I’m alone.
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| Auteur: Wendy J |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 23 februari 2006 | ||
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