I should gob for everything you said about me.
I should bite you for everything you told me
I should have killed you when I had the chance, but you, dear stranger, did it before.
You spit me words that I thought you said with the heart.
You bit me the soul with your stupid kisses.
And you killed me at the time I started thinking that I was nothing without you
Now I spit in the streets without they tell me anything
I Bite the pillow to shut everything I need to shout
And I kill all my feelings to forget that you let me go.
Stupid dike.
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un dia si kieres
ta pso alguntyexto way k me invente
asi estilo romantico
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mi llorar d alegria
juas
este verano colara
seguno no se como
pero lo are
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mi aorrar para darte dinero
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aunk podrias venir andando
jaus
tkieroooo