You've got a lot of friends
You're not alone
She can't imagine that it ends.
Some of them loves you
Some of them have no chance
Some of them would never knew
That you hate them inside your mind.
You've broke about hundred hearts
You've just talked to them about stars.
But still your life is hard
You have no time
To talk to mum.
Sometimes you break, sometimes you cry
You can't be strong, but you can try.
And don't forget that loving one
You've got a chance to break a heart
And that's not hard
It's harder to repair.

Вот я создал новый днев, ибо баюсь взлома старого, щаз в цитатник вылажу старые стихи и все начну заново, но старый днев жить будет.

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