Life imitates art
petak, 02.06.2017.
what makes her lough ...makes me cry
what makes her lough
makes me cry
what makes her happy
makes me sad
what makes her heal her scars
makes me bleed from mine
oh .....never mind
your love is hers , not mine
i am not the one
your love for me has died
your love for me was weak
the sweet words you told me were mine / lies now they are hers
it hurts but i am still alive
waiting for new love to arrive
its time to say goodbye
i will not cry
you are not the only one
tomorrow is another day
and that was not love at all
maybe you felt lonely and i stumbeledupon you in the wrong moment .
