Black drawing chalks

Immature toy

Black drawing chalks
I can’t remember why i made with that girl
Life is so strange what i’m searching in all world
She was such a young girl
I was waiting for the first word

It will take much time
I must survive
Just don’t lose your mind
A woman cry
She huts with lies
Save me, i’ll die

So break up my bones
I’m not like a stone
You’re following losers
Loosing a wanderer
I was such a young boy
Immature toy

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