I've tried to Understand You but it's not easy to interpret the fear.
I left home last night and I drank all the beer from the bar and also the hot ones at the stock just to cool my pain. There was a fire in unspoken words in my chest. There was a storm of suffering in the lung no longer know your grace filter cutoff.
Tears welled up in my face dry, signing my pain on my makeup.
I don't care about your friends' looks. They only can machine-gunned themselves.
I grew up not caring about the rumors nor with the truths.They Don't embrace me when you were absent.
I feel so stupid and childish, anyway, I'm in love without love to love
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