A wrong turn can not be learned.
Betrayed, by the time I had regained confidence.
I had redone a bit 'of space in my life, I had once again deluded
false and hypocritical in light of friendship.
But, as expected, you make me hurt again
and this time there is no medicine that can cure me.
No fake smile that I can buy, there
false explanation that I can no berm bucarmi
the stomach.
It makes me laugh,
for your innocent looks fake, fake for your doing good.
ask for,
goodbye.
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