Someday I'll tell you how much false.
All these rich men and Ferrari,
make prudent of you bitch.
Tell everyone about what your father is a bastard.
How many times he abused and killed thee
Tell them how you were a loser at school
and show the old scars on his wrists.
You began calculating bitch,
me, a man like a glove.
You're more expensive suites of luxury hotels,
and a lot of jewelry, than love.
Tell them all about life with drinking parents
show them the old drawings in black and white tons
Tell them about your despair and madly in love,
show them the old record of his pain.
Your life is limited to parties and sex,
All what you dreamed as a child to become a reality
A bunch of rich people became your false friends,
but you do not care, because the main thing - it is wealth.
Tell them about the beautiful places and people,
show them a bunch of pictures in Instagrame.
After all, the main thing you prestige and money,
who in their pockets at your next man.
16\02\2016 г.
©Кристин