Тина Кароль Любовь

К черту Behind the glass of a doubt empty, Tiles thunder roof, and autumn Wash away the rain of the past sorrow. Spread the time on the pieces, Like ice under my feet fine. Believe it or not I m not sorry. I always say what I think Even if you do not think that talking about I wanted, saw, thought about it I so wish that was true I wanted, waited, thought will come to you I so wanted that name, but the pain came br, br,