<<:My Broken He@rt:>>

The beginning

I was a kid in 7 ,

doing my work writing hell and heaven ,

A sweet voice that fell in my ears,

Killed my conscience with knives and spears,

I turned around to see it was who,

My love it was you , My love it was you,

I stalked you in school,

My friends called me a fool ,

I always kept looking at you,

And I asked to myself ,"Who are you?"

Like a breeze in a hot , dry loo,

My love it was you , My love it was you........