Saturday, November 19, 2011

Beautiful mess

You should've leave earlier
I guess you've meet the wrong person
Because I ain't going to rent my possession nor my heart
It's not for you to rent, and then leave.
It's a space for someone who deserve to be there,
Someone unlike you.
I am a lady with standard and you've got to win the game
to get through me.
Seasons come and go, people leave and says goodbye
Now, its my turn,
Auf wiedersehen.

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