I loved a cruel
I loved a cruel
Life is good, but the situations sometimes create pains
In my life. Life is life. Life is hard. Life is a game and a goal
Yeah. This is the existence of the life and my life. Yours
Get it, enjoy it. Oh, my love. A kiss was sent to Watford. Love off.
Off the love of love. But someone feels you, understand him
You hear his words in your head, oh love, he is telepathic
Yes, it’s me, the telepathic guy, your unforgettable love
You will cry, oh, how many times, no number of your suffering
Years and years will be killing you, my memory will live in you
Oh, Emma, you never will understand and feel how I loved you
It’s time. I must go. Your place is not my life. By nice Watford
Life demands life. Now mine. No choice, one must follow
the command of life. I leave you. Already I left you, oh my love
Learn to live, without my remembering. Says you goodbye.
You saw my suffering. I visited a pub more than two years
Not too far from your house, and I waited for you. Only you
The pub was full of amazing bomber ladies. I didn’t see them
They liked me. I felt and saw this. But I was waiting for you.
I became a full alcoholic. Can you feel my solitude? Loved you
Every night, after the pub life I was going home alone. Sadness
And you were very happy, enjoyed my suffering. English woman!
English woman! I loved you! Hmm. But I am a poor man. Problem.
You are cruel. You enjoy killing the poor single man's life. You are
a monster. Daughter of an influential man. Your name is Emma
I resigned myself to the situation. No way, no chance, no choice
Live life, only, this is the future, and way, Cloudy, cold, dark, hopeless.
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