(or something to that extent)
I don’t believe in your sloppy words of apologies
Or something to that extent
In love that poured on me from your cock
To me it looks like we have reached the end
I do not trust your crawling walk
Or shaky talk in my ear
I'm sick of hesitation in your voice and I do not want to heal your fears again
This love is withered in my hand
A dying flower
Or something to that extent
I don’t believe in your lousy smile
The while after you made my hope drop on the floor
To watch it die
Goodbye is the answer
I intend to send
Or something to that extent
I don’t recall I've ever promised
To love you despite the shame and thousand of negative thoughts
The broken trust that lies so lonely between us and rots!
