Minggu, 05 Juli 2009

nothing has been remembered while she went up the sky
when she turns me on and blast my glasses
she doesn't hurt anything but she did
yes she did
i cried about her but she didn't care at all
i sang her a song but she didn't hear
i put her up when she set me down
what a sad song it was
start to be remembered but she has forgotten
being loved, she feels better on a minute
then she fakes it all at the next second
love is just a turned hatred
let the memories passed me away
just set the potrait looked horizontally
warp me to the next space
as somebody told me love and said goodbye as the end of this street
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