Farmer Mylene
The other
I love you Melancholy
I have a desire
To see my life in bed
Like a fixed idea
Every time someone tells me
The problem is this:
It's because it grows too quickly
The weed is harmful
That's where an idea comes to me:
To be able to feel sorry for myself
That's my luck
I'm suffering quietly
I'm waiting for my pain
br/>Her mouth is so sweet
I have a desire
To see my life in bed
Like a fixed idea
That pursues me at night - at night - the night
I savor the night
The idea of u200bu200beternity
The weed is night
Because it never dies
When everything is gray
Pain is my friend
A long acid suicide
I love you melancholy
Feeling that leads me to infinity
Mixture of the worst, of my desire,
I love you melancholy
When everything is gray
Pain is my friend
I have it Wet soul too
My whole being capsizes
Oh come please
She's your friend too
She's the elixir, of my dà ©lires
I love you melancholy
I have a desire
To see my life up in the air
Every time someone tells me
It's weed
And I say:
What a born savage
Worth to be esteemed
After all she does often fucks
To those who are too well cultivated, and OCD!
That's my luck
I suffer quietly
I wait for my sentence
His mouth is so sweet
I have an idea
Of morality
Like a sad idea
But one that never dies
In short it's is this:
To please the jealous
You have to be ignored
But there, but there, but there, for once
It's God who me crashed, then? ...