She is young, and me too
We share our love in a bed
Talking about what if we live together
Talking about what if the world ends forever
And does our love still stand in the damaged heart?
She is young, with beautiful eyes, thin lips, a very cute smile,
and her long hair fall on my legs
She does not care about me but she really cares about myself
I talk about many plans after doing a beautiful thing
She talks to me that it is impossible
I ask her to stay in a long time for me but not for myself
I get many things to do before letting her go
But sometimes she decides to go without telling me before
She is young, and me too
So I write her in really true
I miss the way she loves me but not in herself