To me, you were a bad you were you. You were I was fire and your fuel was your fuel. You were With a razor to the poison of infected love My heart and religion and you were sewn. You were your fuel you were you
The last of our story was our own. It was a deceit. It was a dream. Our enemy was with us every moment was with us.
You were a bitter game You didnt know you. You were Toboodi Tobood made our blood on your water. Tobodi
The last of us found out of ours from the beginning. It was a dream. It was our enemy. Our enemy was between us every moment was with us.
