You look at me and see the girl who lives inside the golden world
But don't believe that's all their eyes to see
You'll never know the real me.
She smiles through a thousand tears and harbors adolescent fears
She dreams of all that she can never be
She wades in insecurity and hides herself inside of me.
Don't say she takes it all for granted : I'm well aware of all I have
Don't think that I am disenchanted
Please understand...
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So enchanted words... and wishes ? ;-)
Thanx hun.
Ah bon ?
Bises Petit Ange.
Bonne nuit
Surfingmoune
Tout à fait. Bon week-end SurfingMoune !
Bah... c'est quelque chose que je porte en permanence en moi. Alors je compose avec !
Belle après-midi également Elisabeth.
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