His’

When sun falling rays on us
On the back day,
I came to the front row;
You had that paper house
I asked you to make it mine
But you can’t deny.
You put your finger on my shoulder
like we were the same
Then everything just goes away
You became the guy
I would never love again.
Then you didn’t answer
like you hate me
You started talking of a girl
That you liked…
Then I started acting like I always did.

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