love love love
like i can't talk about something else
really i can't

the man (or what the hell he might be) he doesn't love me
and is afraid to tell me
what a cowered he might be
i have to move on without him
in this cold place
i still see his face
nailed it to a wall
he might fall
and everyone would see what a devil
he was to me...

i'm afraid for the next victem he will make :s

why i think this ?
i was just a toy to him
he is a player, in my country we call them ' een bokkepoot'
some one who knows how to get i a girls pants .
i'm really angree on him. why couldn't he just tell me?
i hate to be lied to