baby, what kind of girl do you find am I?
do you think of her when you're looking at me?
you cannot pretend your love to me anymore.
I'd prefer to be crashing on the wall a thousand times than being your bit player.
something happened to my heart lately when you just told me that you love her.
you could say that you're sorry, I'm not coming back to you.
I knew you didn't lied but I cannot forget how we used to make a perfect pair.
without me you'll be fine line,
just burn the sad ending and keep the last good memories,
they'll be living in the infinity.
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museum of moments
Non-FictionHere comes the madness, they said. You'll find your own way by experiencing life. Don't be afraid of losing yourself in the process. This book is for the scarred, the lonely and the misunderstood.
