A Justine







C½ur brisé, c½ur fêlé,
Il a marché sur tes beaux espoirs,
En un paradis t'a fait croire
Et a oublié de te protéger.

C½ur brisé, c½ur fêlé,
Ne perds pas espoir,
Chasse tes ies noires,
Sur nous, tu peux t'appuyer.



[1o.1o.2o13]
© T.

Leave a comment

We need to verify that you are not a robot generating spam.

See legal mentions

Don't forget that insults, racism, etc. are forbidden by Skyrock's 'General Terms of Use' and that you can be identified by your IP address (54.80.188.87) if someone makes a complaint.

Report abuse