An Explanation, by blanca v Subscribe to rss feed for blanca v

What is there to say to you,
I held on tight and stuck it through,
But what is there to tell you,
You didnt feel the same way i do,
Now im sitting here just waiting on,
For you to be gone,
But what was i supposed to do,
When i never really had you.
Posted: 2006-10-16 04:31:23 UTC

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