Because it tastes good
Love that will never fade
There is always an engraved smile
On the beautiful lips of the beloved
But it is used to fun and tenderness
Who thought there was no waking up
Not ready for the final arrival
Things that are mind-boggling and can't be buried
At first the pencil bend is still accompanied
Giving and accompanying the accompaniment
Soon it was over
Broken, removed and broken
Pencil holding
It has already cracked
Each part, by the size of the gap
In vandalism, will not be allowed
What is the point?
Why are you completely asleep
Lack of space
Forever unfulfilled
Is there still hope?
Or this pencil is just up to here
Pencil without ink
No sense in telling you now - I don't wanna ruin the surprise
Is it just regret feeling
Or there is love left
Every day that bothers the mind
Answer when to discover
How long will it last
The heart is not appreciated
It will make sense
If you know the real content
It can be assessed again
Restore vitality with a smile
Lips left with a grin
And never let a pencil break
Because the pencil cannot be removed
The real longing
To love and use him again
The right person to give the point.
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