An Explanation, by 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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