Think about him
from time to time
I do sin
I let my spirit wonder
To his sweet memory
And make it fly right back
With empty hands
He's not mine
Never will be
But I do dare dream
That can't harm
Though when the game is on
I dare not be exposed
He'll never know.
Its so damn wrong
That I should be denied
All because of games and rules
Games played by fools
And if he knew
What if he knew
Would he make me cry,
Would he up and go?
He'll never know
This game is played by fools
And I am one of those
So don't tell him
That he can make butterflies
Sweep my speech away
From time to time
That my skin tickles when ever he's around
Because he'll make me regret those thoughts
And it's so damn wrong
That I be denied
Feeling swept
Or tickled
Or loved.
המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.
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