After you...
Only the nights understood me after you,and the smoke of my ciggaret...
only the walls understood me after you,
and the last note you left on the table.
You left me to the oceans,
like a boat made by paper...
soaked wet and lonely,
I haven't forget that you left me.
One day will come you will look behind,
you will just stand and look...
you will remember the past,
and you heart will beat sobbed.
One day you will understand,
and ashamed for what you did...
you will remember the past,
you heart will beat sobbed!
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