I had already know your rules. I had alread play. I make a lot of broken hearts. No promess always. A lot of sincerity can hurts. I know. I hurt a lot of hearts, and never care. You have the same rules. But im to tired to see another suicide, to espend my time, my heart, my mind. So its better let you go. Like never ever happens, like a blind memory, and forget the way that your eyes look to me. You gonna know some body better than me. To play your games. That belive in your lies, that its not to hurt from life, that have some corage to give it all. But not me. I die and die a lot of times. I wanna more than a simple story, sorry.

And i lies every line i wrote. I hate your kind. But its gonna hard to forget that look.