The Game
The guest won't come into your soul
My love is clearly what it seems
And heart is still not a piece of coal.
I've met you couple month ago
My life become a crystal glass
You think i'm friend?Or may be foe...
I want you think of both of us...
Dont want to think my life is fake
Dont want to hear about my sorrow
Each one your eyes is like a lake
When I see them I see tomorrow
I want to kiss you in the lips
But you are staying- hands on hips
So mine temptation shall remain
Untill we will complete "The game"
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