Fake

Delete my nomber with fast telephone call You are there you
are there now Look at me in last time, I can’t stay it is
unreal All was going to the end, you know.

I am to grope in my hit-pocket soothing If, I will a die
what there will be your acting I was bothered too with my
complaints I will break all round myself, I don’t a saint.

Your flippancy for to cause my pain Your pride to bring
humiliation for me Your liar for distrust, again Your
selfishness for to offend me

The choleric to the choleric a headache I will not to
yield you should a bowed Three people it is company But
the four is crowd.

Say good bye for my sympathy My body will be blooding from
loneliness I will build on the border land a house airy
And us friendship lay will be down a lifeless.

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