Once I use to know him lot
Once we're friends and now we're not.
Sweet strangers indeed,
By past measured.
Thee loved.
Thy sweet lies I'm indulging but,
Pretty little hopeless tell me I'm not.
Thy showed me motivations,
My fault 'tis not
From such my love, I love you more lot
Thee love me ?
Either do I , love your sweet lies right from 'tis start .
