Somedays talk lies.
Somedays ask Why.
Somedays to cry,
Somedays I'm stucky,
and somedays wishes to fly.
Some mornings will be like Sundays in June.
Beside that, not ever Sundays sunrising as good as Saturdays long nights.
Maybe tomorrow I'll seek you.
If you want to be found.
So, Are you no liked to get up early on Sundays. Don't you?
Maybe not, 'cause we'll be sad in sunny Monday.
And 'til is 22pm on Saturday.
I guess, someday I know.
Somedays you'd never knew about me.
But, Everydays You remind me.
ps: to = imbecil
From = imbecila
