My soul will always belong to you.
And I will always pretend to be your love,
Because I was disappointed to see that it was true without you.
My destiny is always based on blind love,
but you make me different with fib.
And maybe I will die,
But you can’t even try,
To disappointed or lie,
Because you really differ.
And you don’t love me now,
I know you just a lier,
The influx of your soul is deadly, how misfortune after the white striper.
Dark life or lights in the dark
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