Odeio mentir.

Puts, I can't stand lie ...
But for win you ..
I'll have to make my cry
A smile ...


Damn! More as I hate to lie ...
But I have to do this ..
For of us ...
I do because I love you ..



Damn! But what about you?
Does what as for "us".
Damn! I do not know what you feel.
And I cry about every night ..
When my mind is questioning
With my life .. and their feeling ..



Puts, I'll have to lie ..
Puts, but as I hate lying.
I'll do it for us ..
But what about you?
What makes"us"?