Mottó, mindenkorra
When love becomes the game where the winner is
the one who gives the less
morality becomes a broken rule
tenderness is just a tool
Affection becomes the addictive poison
to overdose fools
It becomes easier to hurt
when the guilt have been killed
You'd better be there when I have time for you
If not, there will always be other players
waiting in the bench
I didn't meant to be pretentious
but the less I care
the more colorful my love gets
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