We met. He loved the same old song,
He spoke my language, held my pace.
But going down that way was wrong,
And I just told him, to his face.
He said he liked the way i thought.
He was, untill the end, so nice...
And even though it was for naught
I saw the starlight in his eyes.
And i'll pretend that we are fine
Ingore the smiles that he will fake
But sometimes it's ok to cry
About the chances you can't take.
Chances you can t take
© Copyright: Мария Любезнова, 2018
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