Artūrs Strautiņš, Brooklet
Every morning i get up Live one more day Whithout rush Than something crash Into myself Not to forgive For everything Whatever you do It's not true Whatever you feel It's not real. You wanted to be You wanted to see Why she did it to me? It wasn't my aim It was a flame In my heart Our love together. One day I tryed to phone But you wasn't at home In that time I understand It was only a game Not main My attitude changed It was a pain It wasn't my false! I find out That you know I know true Can it be true? Or it's a false May i feel Safe from you What a mess Cause of your death In my heart We can't be together anymore...