adios

You were once my Guatemalan boy And I were your imported toy I don't know if you really loved me Or you just really played me As you keep shooting the ball, You keep forgetting me at all Your gray-ish eye Still kinda haunts mine But most of the time, it isn't I'm glad that we never met Do I visit your own garden every midnight? Are you still holding that broken light? But I kinda don't care anymore Because I already healed my own core I'm currently writing this one With a sense of boredom I'm feeling sleepy, Armando Adios esto es bueno © Domar Esmabe