Really, by Notta
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I love you,
But is it true.
I'm sorry,
Are you really.
People say this so many times.
So how do you know they mean it.
People say that they cant live without you,
Are they just saying that,
Or do they mean it.
Lies are told to keep us hear.
Then the true comes along,
And nobody believes them.
So how do you know if they mean it. |
Posted: 2005-08-18 03:03:01 UTC |
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2005-12-02 22:07:00 | wishing_on_stars |
wow, this is extremely deep. I'm unable to find words to describe this. Amazing job! |