4/14/05
this life just like a game
where you can choose to play
your milky habits is just an another page
that satisfies your flame.
But what do you rob
If it just satisfies your game.
You made my brain drained (friend)
You offended my sullenness
Simply stewed my innocence.
Raise your hands in the air
Your smile, everything like a glue
But can’t fake it
Wanting that yesterdays milky habits
Had a wand.
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