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I’m bored with all her promise
Passing through an emptiness love She always to denied her promise And feel to be a second priority Try to call you every day To give attention for her But always hear a voice mail I don’t want to pick up , I’m still broken I wrote a letter to finish our love relation And forget all about me After finished to write that painfully letter I put that letter above your apartement door. Alone and uninspired night. She’s call me And I don’t want to pick up the phone. I don’t want to think about you anymore. At the sunshines come to start a new day She came and knock my door. Open my door and I saw her cry. She cry to get forgiveness from me She hugged me with her missed I just can be silent to hear all your explaination But her cry purverize my angry wall I can stand to see her cry I just can to forgive her And give her a chance to start a new part Cause I realize too I can’t live without her
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