tears
I resort to my last tears, before they turn to pain.
I finally see all the things I faught for were in vain.
I can't help it, but every time, with all the things I do,
the only good thing in my life, it still seems to be you.
I finally see all the things I faught for were in vain.
I can't help it, but every time, with all the things I do,
the only good thing in my life, it still seems to be you.
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| Auteur: black angel of love | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 12 februari 2008 | ||
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