That was the last drop
I've had enough
Why can't the aching just stop?
Because what your doing makes me insecure
Final words have been said
This door is closed honey, for sure
Forever and always didn't last as long
Fights, blazing arguments but always kiss and make up
Over and over again, for years that same old song
Whenever I looked into your eyes
I could see, you felt the same
We fit perfectly, but faith wasn't too happy to see us together
So, we both know this is Goodbye
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Thrivingly in saine
Laatst gewijzigd op 28-06-2002 om 15:04.
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