She seemed to be mysterious to him
She was just depressed
He wanted to open up about his feelings
But he was never drunk.
They lived each one in their sorrow
It is just the life
The sorrow seemed to be an horror
Sometimes like dull knife.
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 9:29 PM UTC
She seemed to be mysterious to him
She was just depressed
He wanted to open up about his feelings
But he was never drunk.
They lived each one in their sorrow
It is just the life
The sorrow seemed to be an horror
Sometimes like dull knife.
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