Past is the past

Sitting down hereI fell down
before I did so dark thing
I lost a son
Fall in love with the worng one
let the right one go
Relest the cobra
became less that a mancry a storm
made to eat pains
in the pain away


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The day is changing
It seem all the door is close
It dont look good for me
I feel down
The wall are close on you

So what to do

Make a change
Open the door
Make a better day
Have some fun
and get out the room!



Should have act!

I sit here looking
Dreaming of a life with you
The train is run and I have not move
Looking at you Your pretty pink toe
Your sweet legs
Your silk hair
Your light pink nail
Your solf skin
Your tuff but sweet mellow voice
Your angle eyes
Your devil like eyebrow
Your pretty painted nose
Your like pink like lips
And yet I have not move
No word can't come out
The train had stop
You walk out the same stop I would get off
the door close and I just mis my stop
Your my lost!