Broken heart You broke my heart,
that I`ve ever seen,
You`re not my guy,
so you lost your mean.
You said that is over,
you got to try,
You supposed to pray,
cause your not my guy.
You picked a flower,
I began to count,
The answer was no,
it is the lousiest sound.
I went to my room,
and threw my phone,
I lied on the floor
and just said: Leave me alone!
Skriven av Rania, 12 år från Stockholm, Sverige. |