Spilt whisky, dead Nike
Showing me I still live in the past.
Your last phrase made me feel like a looser,
And the parting was extremely fast.
I fulfilled you with love strong as whisky,
And I gifted you love sound as Nike.
Then you showed me you were enough risky,
And I just couldn't hide how I liked it.
Yes, I really believed that your were mine.
Yes, I really adored your fast drive.
Looking forward to seeing you're online
To make sure you are still alive.
Turned me out of your heart that was my home,
But I won't let myself live in cheap dorm.
Not a kind of girl who will worship your lie.
Now I'm fed up with it, with your awesome mum's pie.
Is it fare or not? Does it make any sense?
Looking into myself, swimming in abstinence.
Don't you now think of it, don't you ever regret.
Seems that whisky is spilt, seems that Nike is dead.
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