they tell him that I do not remember
they tell him that now he despises
they tell him that I do not need
they tell him that I ripped it from my soul
they tell her that I hate her to die,
that is already fashionable in my heart,
that are sticking the kisses of a new love
that neither the case and the aroma of his body
that I no longer want to hear your voice
and that no longer melts me with its heat,
that everything to serve is over
I already have someone who scratches my back
Even if you think about it, do not say anything
better tell her never to forget ...
that is already fashionable in my heart,
that are sticking the kisses of a new love
that neither the case and the aroma of his body
that I no longer want to hear your voice
and that no longer melts me with its heat,
that everything to serve is over
I already have someone who scratches my back
Even if you think about it, do not say anything
better tell her never to forget ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)