hopeless
im gonna sing
my favourite latte
wich made of vanile
long cigarettes smoke
im gonna cry
maybe it's joke
just split in my eye
sit on the floor
or on the roof
he thinks i'm whore
but doesn't has proofs
i forsed to be damned
he doesn't know all
can't understand
and can not know
i don't want guess
love it or hate
think even he
doesnt know it
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