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
11 jan 2005 - bewerkt op 01 nov 2005 - meld ongepast verhaal
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