No need to tell me,
Everything's going good,
pretty sure I am out,
evicted, Life's Cruel.
Sorry for the Things,
that didn't went your way,
Pardon for my words,
But who will I obey?
Pretty sure, I don't belong,
as what is projected,
No need to lie,
feeling's infested
again I'm trusting,
but everyone's hiding,
Honest approach,
is never abiding.
Thank you for the
memories
May 25, 2011
May 25, 2011 at 3:17 AM UTC
No need to tell me,
Everything's going good,
pretty sure I am out,
evicted, Life's Cruel.
Sorry for the Things,
that didn't went your way,
Pardon for my words,
But who will I obey?
Pretty sure, I don't belong,
as what is projected,
No need to lie,
feeling's infested
again I'm trusting,
but everyone's hiding,
Honest approach,
is never abiding.
Thank you for the
memories
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