donderdag 3 november 2011

Judge

How dare you judge me like I never changed.

He called me last night.
Telling me I got back to my old ways.
How can you misjudge me like that?

Has the last year ment nothing?
Once a slut always a slut?

Yes I'm struggeling against it.
I fight to that part of me.
But how can I fight, when I'm already judged.

It makes me faithless.
Why should I not let go?

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