quinta-feira, agosto 30, 2018

It's my love
never forget
If you try
but not succeed
I feel tired
and just dream
I wake every morning
just to say
Life will change
every morning
And I will not stay
sometimes I feel don't belong
That's why I write about love
I feel empty
of  be-livening
I look at stars and ask
It's my love
not your respect
Maybe I apologize later
but I will continuous following at home tonight

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