What differents...
What differents would it make
if I'm no longer a wake
You could never hear my cries
Now my secret dies, along with me
While you still don't see
What really lives inside of me
What differents would it make
if I'm no longer a wake
You don't have to pretend that you cair
Caus there are lots of shoulders out there
You just need me to cry on, to whine on
You can easily find somebody else when i'm gone
What differents would it make
if I'm no longer a wake
*ut0pia*, vrouw, 36 jaar
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