So many things, so many things even
They thought him about to happen
But she did not want to know
Just want to have fun.
She gets lost in the midst of so many things
And just a drink is not enough. .
slips on each curve
But still have flowers in their hair
And many stones in his hands.
Only when you see yourself
It is waking up in the morning
With his hand stuck in the face
Cleaning up the remains of last night. .
Pondering the thought
Trying to remember
What lost and what remains of herself
Besides the failure.
She does not know, do not even know
How to get here
But it is the owner of the reason
Want to live well
She lost everything and still losing. .
The head still hurts
And just one little pill is not enough
She knows she needs
Sink a little more to someone.
Only when you see yourself
It is waking up in the morning
With his hand stuck in the face
Cleaning up the remains of last night. .
Pondering the thought
Trying to remember
What lost and what remains of herself
Besides the failure.
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