I'd like to kill myself
like Kurt or Marilyn.
When faces of sad men
turned to one guy,
I just knew
you don't love me anymore.
Kill me – it's the right thing.
I make myself a trap.
I'm sorry I killed your faith.
You hate me – I can see it.
I didn't know that one
small step can hurt.
Oh, I hope I could feel
your pain.
I tasted a black wine,
I didn't look pain
of your heart.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Selite:
Kertoo tytöstä, joka särki poikaystävänsä sydämen.
Ei kerro omasta elämästäni.
oletus
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