Where a mouth is so cold.
Words are stuck so speechless.
On my view, I see only amazing OMG’s.
On my side, I feel unfolded.
My heart is defeated by trustee.
My stages are owned by the NGOs.
To say I love you back, was just a promise.
To say I care is just from few to mean it but lies.
What I stole on your smile, was just a dream.
What a smile covered by dark a dream.
When better days turned deeply to dark nation.
When days are dark, friends are few-
I once had true friend but trust and love.
Trust and love will give you a proper sit.