Tuesday, 27 August 2013

That becomes life.

When a person is sad
Of performing bad
And everything seems black
Even if all around
The matter is that,
No One in the back
Even the closest ones
Left!!
And the door behind them is closed
With a crack
That makes you everyday
Remember, think 'nd cry
On the memories you digged together
On the inner side of the door
That they might 've forgotten about
Without doubt!
'Cause you've been honest
So they wanted to change you
'nd find another one
Who could be a way of fun
For just a while.
If You continue as you were
The fake ones can not dare
To be your best friend
Or care as you care
As your sort has been rare.

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