2006-12-31
one on one
two on two
you for me
and I for you
It's the end of the game
worth for an acclaim
Met in damn wrong time
I feel so ashamed
You made me high
Every single night
I stared you in your eyes
Dreamt of touching the sky
The photos are well kept
Your taste's completely remembered
We become drunkard and smoker
The forepassed couple, toxic lover
I make voice, cannot be heard
I write words, cannot be seen
I have love, cannot be known
I got sick, connot be healed
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