I鈥檓 just a fallen guys
A man who curse his day
Self-satisfy by illed temperament of his nightmare that unrequited
An broken song that no one know
A red rose which turn into black because lost of it鈥檚 blood and it鈥檚 mysterious beauty
Fallen angel called love have visited me
Whisp me a million words about death in my ears
And his deadly glamour makes me doze till I drink a glass of opium flower鈥檚 poison that can take away my pain altough just a few second before I really die
A nightmare become as wonderful as my bad days
I鈥檓 just a broken heart
Decaying in the middle of a beautiful flower field where thousands birds are singing with their hearts in sorrow
No one care about me except
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