When you all lie What can I believe Let me get to myself I have a better thought With the memoir Make a thousand stories If I have a last page Three to do Hippie Sleeps My Soul Tiredness Who do I do The flower you sent is died in my hand pity I dont miss this Three to do Believe it Let me get to myself Make a better thought With the memoirs Make a thousand stories If I think of a last page Three to say the words I wish I did
I have to be angry with everything It was your turn These days it is my turn to be unbelievable to do it Three to the beautiful sentence I wish I knew what I cant do
