How much you love the person you see in someone else's arms. On fire. More than you, you won't cry for him. No words, no vows. In the evening, the sun will sink you slowly.
Your heart … The deepest burns? And they're not the deepest to hurt her? You put your hands on a methodical net on your cheeks, that's your mother. I played with you like you wanted.
You loved him and he didn't like it, did he? You didn't dare tell me. Maybe you laughed at me, teasing me with love. But he did something you didn't do. I like someone else. But what would he have said if he hadn't heard hiccups? What would he do? You never asked yourself a question. You're upset about the pain. For separate ones at night. Then you're pure. I didn't think it would be a good idea for you.