Today you involve an attention in the hundredth time
I do not know this true or lie
That you wrote love notes from other boy
May be you like me,but I'm not your toy
Can use and throw out then
You are not that men
Who I need,to whom I test true feelings
Attempts are vain of not giving the meaning,
And without concept
When you hurt me,I don't accept.
Impossible is nothing,I know
I will meet my one so
Carefully on turns,may run into the nearest tree
From your threads I am already free
Farewell,my puppeteer,
Any more don't feel fear
Can you imagine that I'm glad
In this time without you,my mad!
I do not care!
© Copyright: Салтанат Искакова, 2011
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