Poezja

the lies that were told
the stories that were bought
you cheated on me
and you seemed to be the key
the key to all my misery
there was no point
for us to end
but there was no point fo rour love to begin,
so maybe we should just reamin as friends
what you've done
is hard to put in words
jump from one subject to another
MAYBE we just wernt ment for eachother