Even when i made the wish, apon evrey shooting star;
finding a place where i could keep you in my life, grew ever so more afar.
you lost all my respect, and even more so my trust;
Because all you wanted to do was lie, and hide in lust.
And now i wounder, if one day my heart will ever mend;
Or am i just waiting for my life, to finally come to an end..
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 5:43 AM UTC
Even when i made the wish, apon evrey shooting star;
finding a place where i could keep you in my life, grew ever so more afar.
you lost all my respect, and even more so my trust;
Because all you wanted to do was lie, and hide in lust.
And now i wounder, if one day my heart will ever mend;
Or am i just waiting for my life, to finally come to an end..
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