It is time the sun to bed, to throw their chips.
And here I am, still without any.
Well, what do you do if loneliness causes and presegue you?
If you love clogs of stupidity?
I'll call you, for being in the wrong and you are filled with reasons to tread on any feelings that escape their control.
Do not ask me to stay, to care.
Soon you that in those days told me so many times:
We are far away.
Already given our time.
Gonna get drunk till dawn. I will create disorder ..
