Desespero, será?
Carência?
Solidão?
Será que é as mesmas histórinhas pra todas?kkkk
Carência?
Solidão?
Será que é as mesmas histórinhas pra todas?kkkk

anônima
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black
and I wore whiteHe would always win the fight
Bang! Bang!
He shot me down
Bang! Bang!
i hit the ground
Bang! Bang!
That awful sound
Bang! Bang!
My baby shot me down