Accustomed to end boggling to me and in front doors to bash me, but
in the film where my wounds scratching over, will not you clap?
With tears in his eyes glad you, even with others hurt
them tired you, you hurry for them.
they wounds, I killed her, fed up coming to me, not hide,
heart to heart, tear to tear that will cry promised me.
Who lied, I was not happy kiss bitter, not enough,
let me give you one for the finale, love was not understood.
The worthy starts and that is to your best friend, ‘Tis is
I left, I hope to be happy now as they look sick.
sleep and again I hear you, how gnash your teeth with rage,
whenever they like, I was comfortable.