I thought he was my friend
That found me that my lost love.
Tell me what I've done to you,
So you have not chosen my prince charming.
I must tell you with conscience,
That I have reviewed your influence
In so many stories that I have read
I think you have problems,
I still want to believe that you are a reality
And not a fantasy,
If love exists or you're just a vile lie
In the failures that I have had,
In every spite suffered,
You are always mixed.
When love goes to the bottom,
I feel that your arrow shot that insignificant target.
I still have not found that loved one
But I hope that my name in some person is arrowed,
I suspect with pure sincerity,
That some love when it lasts,
It is not for you if it becomes eternal
And to the Heavenly Court I appeal,
Well, I do not know if you're an angel from heaven or an envoy from hell.
Take the truth of my words and take the big part of my love, I hope that when you shoot arrows it becomes a song, not all the sadness will always be in us those happy moments of touching everyone.
Beautiful! Loneliness will leave you alone.
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