The thought of you makes me sad
because it feels like you don't care
It seems like the scars can't heal anymore
they're ripped open by the fights we had
If you think this is what love contains
material affection and slamming doors
There's not enough love in the world
to wash away the hate in me that remains
Dit is de ruwe versie, straight from the drawingbord, so to speak.. Ik verander er denk ik weinig aan dus laat me weten wat je vind..
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Used to be: D@MP | Wat jouw dromen zijn, interesseert me niet.
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