Boys tears fall
On my toes,
Used to break their calls,
Any number I can see is unknown to me
Trunna get friends with me,
You insisting, I feel.
But the thing is so clear,
So I sail off you, dear
Gotta tell you I’m done,
We both know you are too,
There is no any love,
Love seems cannot come true
Just remember the date you be texting on me,
Starting right from the stars
We did parked near the lies.
I’m not trying to bottom
What have changed with the trust,
Only thing you should know that
There’s no our past.
I can carry you to cradle
And introduce to desperation:
Either you are real,my friend,
Either, we haven’t met.
Hate lame boys female freestyle
© Copyright: Елизавета Каменщикова, 2019
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