How many mistakes many fights
our life of intrigue must have endpoint
We are no longer lovers and we are so distant
all this is very bad
not there not even a shadow of the truth of what was our love
he eventually became a lie, and you no longer inspires the poet dreamer
our love has become a rubbish live like an animal fighting
Our love has turned to crap you do not pitch a joke
How many mistakes many fights
our life of intrigue must have endpoint
We are no longer lovers and we are so distant
all this is very bad
not there not even a shadow of the truth of what was our love
he eventually became a lie, and you no longer inspires the poet dreamer
our love has become a rubbish live like an animal fighting
Our love has turned to crap you do not pitch a joke