You went and wrote that there is no Malala from my distance , you went to make friends with someone else, there is no illusion, one day it will be my turn to give a letter, see with someone else, my place is not empty at all, I
was a doll for you, you breathed for me, you
bought my heart one day , you brought it back the next day, tell you what I was, I became a doll in an old shop, you left, now you went looking for a new love,
and you drank from my distance, Malalali. You didnt go and you became friends with someone else, there is no illusion that one day it will be my turn to give a letter, see that my place is not empty at all with someone else..... My place is not empty at all
, I am hot on the back of my hand anymore so that I will not fall in love with anyone as long as I live, it is not imaginary that I will not be a prisoner of anyone, I
was a doll for you that you breathed for me, you
bought my heart one day , you brought it back tomorrow, tell you what I was , I became an old shop doll, you went and now you are looking for a new love.
