The Good Kind
You forced me to become strong.
And I just cried, being weak.
And you think you know.
And I would like to think so,
But do you know that when you go,
I fall apart.
I'm tired of hiding behind these lying eyes,
I'm tired of this smile that even I don't recognize.
Do you know I cry?
And it's not the good kind...
No, you're not the good kind.
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Postat av: Karolina
hej, :)
jag har nu en tävling på bloggen, så kika in och anmäll er! :D
http://lindaochkarolina.blogg.se/2010/january/tavling-d.html
puss och karm /Karolina :)
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