pirmdiena, 2012. gada 16. aprīlis

now i feel like shit.

Why you make me feel like a shit?
And why i cry right now?
And why i think about my past?
Why i wanna get back to past?
Why i wanna be a wild child?
And why i wnna kill my self when i'm thinking about it?

And why i pretend that you are perfect?
If i know that you are asshole..
And why i still pretend that i love you?
I have no idea why..

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