Another
I can't be just another child
That Parents wonder
Was giving birth to them was it a mistake
So dear to my parents if you'll ever think this
Honestly I'm really sorry I try my best
So every opportunity that comes I must take
Even though I rather be at home
Sleeping of this stomach ache
I want the money, Money and the cars,
Cars and the clothes
But honestly all I want is to be successful like drake
I question each and everything on this earth
Hope one day I get the answers
I guess it's all fate
By , Ramadhan Ramadhan
- Author: dontana ( Offline)
- Published: February 20th, 2016 09:34
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 22
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