bombshell sweetheart or burning hair.

now i can't demand,
now there two foldweg,

stay with my darling,
with tired jury-rigged with happiness,

stay far from my darling,
with bald and book far with her,

what can i do?

pardon me bibeh,
but this what i taught,

she force me,
to love her in jelousy,

make me mardy,
and sometimes,

i feel so hard to close with her heart.

im a weak lads,
please punch me harder,

put me some sarnes,
and drive me drown,

let me suicide,
leave in moldern,

im sorry N, please kill me :')