im glad she wont miss me, by a rose by any other name would hurt just as bad.
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look at that little blond girl
shes playing all alone
talking to the invisible
the untouchable
playing in the sand
talking so delicatly
her mumbling misunderstood
why cant any one see me?
am i realy not here
i avalone the only one
that can see me so clearly
talking to her sister
who leans over to kiss her
she has to say good bye
its finnaly time for me to leave
im glad theres no tears i dont wanna see her cry
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| Posted: 2007-08-30 22:13:30 UTC |
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| 2010-10-26 18:04:35 | more then just that girl |
| i like it, seems a bit mysterious i guess is this like a little sister of urs? idk, i got a bit confused near the end..tho comprehention isnt my best lol great job tho |
| 2010-10-26 18:05:21 | more then just that girl |
| i like it, seems a bit mysterious i guess is this like a little sister of urs? idk, i got a bit confused near the end..tho comprehention isnt my best lol great job tho |