Nana, ma br3.
Ma br3,
Ma br3.
I convinced myself you are my one true love
But as luck would have it
Another rpressed memory free of charge floating on top of it all
Only a gift from me to me
And now I’m not so sure about our love.
Im back to the beginning
I don’t think I feel the capacity to love
Im just a preetnse
I know how to fake love
All illusion
So eaily mimicked, shouldn’t be a deception
I needa system of
Ill pray for you
How are you
Happy birthday
Of course you can have some
The offering
The sincerity
Bullshit
Im just so tired, Nana
But I thought it was real.