I was the one to change him. He fell for me.
He loves me. And I love him right back.
I'll love him till the day I die.
He loves me. And I love him right back.
I'll love him till the day I die.
It occurs to me as I walk across the hot sand, that I've become very good at lying. What a despicable talent to have. It's not something you can boast about, like being good at languages or playing the piano.
I'm a good liar.
My parents would be so proud.
I'm a good liar.
My parents would be so proud.
I still love him. I love him even now.
I cry my heart out, stifling the noise with my fingers so as not to wake my little boy. Oh, God, what am I going to do?
It's too late... It's too late...
I cry my heart out, stifling the noise with my fingers so as not to wake my little boy. Oh, God, what am I going to do?
It's too late... It's too late...
