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I thought I was over you
no
that's just what I told myself
but every time I see your face
it hurts a little more

I thought you once loved me
no
that's just what you told yourself
but every time you see me
you hate a little more

now I hide this pain from you
and everybody else
I won't even allow
to think of it myself
and every time I say I'm strong
I really don't know why
'cause deep inside I know I'm weak
my heart is doomed to cry.

mooi :)

Prachtig... Die eerste 2 strofen staan goed tegenover elkaar, en dan het einde... heel mooi verwoord, dit spreekt me zeker aan :)