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jueves, 23 de abril del 2009 a las 07:51
she lied like the devil
i was her weak puppet
she pulled my strings so hard
lonely victim
she was once my master
i killed the memory and buried her in the backyard
long time ago
"all the things come back to you" true
she was the best actress i ve ever know
an intelligent whore
she couldnt touch me
but she strikes better in the heart
ilusion of love
she took her thousands mask but once
from sadness to glad
whenever i fell from the horse
she lend me her hand with a simple smile and kept moving on
nonsense words of love
what for?
honesty and lies were her two classified qualities
nobody won at the end of the road.
