I can be nasty, that’s so true,
I wish I could control it,
But all those things I’m telling you
Not always what I wanted.
I know it’s hard to read my mind
But I can’t read yours either,
My thought is difficult to find,
It doesn’t make me wiser.
Break up and kiss within a day
Like storm at sunny morning.
When navy blue turns into gray,
At least it can’t be boring.
I can be mean, so can be you
I know we worth each other
I’m sticked to you with super glue,
You are my perfect lover.
True about us
© Copyright: Ниа Гарра, 2011
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