You’re not for me. You love each other. God, how I want it to be here. Do not you love me. Podrirvash it with your foot, do you like me a fool.
Chorus: I hate you! Miss you! I want you! Go away! Spend all my money. And again and again, dissatisfied with her! I hate you! You know? Beat me to it! I admit that my best to be a bitch in love! You knew
I hear that she was happy. Other hand you hold. Still your damn beautiful and filled with lies. If vodka in a glass was, I’d be eternally drunk. I’m tired of chasing you! You’re not me, you love each other, but God, how I wish - though to be here. Do not you love me, kicked it with foot and do you like to make me a fool.
In just come and go, would you love me, and me breaking of strong pain. Pain strong again me drunk. I’m dying! What is not clear for you? Now I’m looking rumpled and shoulder, in what dilemma put me only? And you do not stop to have fun every day with me going through another.