My soul: Arum Pakar

My soul

Not because I know something you
Not a tactic that predates my heart
In and a time the envy mirror
Seduce angels, hearts melted unexpectedly

I'm happy, I cried
Picture his face is always smiling
There's no way that it becomes possible
Endoderma a rocket of love rival
Goods that never frothy
In  the persuasion so she would not cry

Listen to his voice, it's very nice
The shame, the young, the love
Not because I say no
So you do not mean anything to me

A must love you

And a necessity to ignore you

Not because of something I love your heart
But because you are my soul