A New Woman
love yeah right it's always blind
never realizing it's behind every little thing.
when it's there with all of belonging thee me.
I hate, but not.
The joke of death is yet neither funny nor sad, it see and react in a way not liked by thou i soul.
some way in one sec will it ever know when it thou souls stop.
Too the extent it hurt me.
will ever the soul have a look to see.
How life can be if it learned to see it like the soul belonging to thee.
when it's there with all of belonging thee me.
I hate, but not.
The joke of death is yet neither funny nor sad, it see and react in a way not liked by thou i soul.
some way in one sec will it ever know when it thou souls stop.
Too the extent it hurt me.
will ever the soul have a look to see.
How life can be if it learned to see it like the soul belonging to thee.
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love yeah right it`s always blind
love yeah right it`s always blind
