Hate all that road take me far far away. Hate every time it encounters a single die, but hate the arms without us. Hate that damn am lonely to die beside the body, I have no idea you hate to end.
I hate all the roads that take you far away. Every time we met but I hate loneliness. No, we hate arms I hate that I will die. I do not have you on my side and I hate the most
Hate all the roads take me far away you. Hate every time I see but loneliness. I hate the arms that none of us hate the lonely to die, beside I don't have you, hate nostalgia.