El era un fabricante de mentiras,
Tenía las historias de cartón.
Su vida era una fábula de lata,
Sus ojos eran luces de neón.
Y nunca tengas fe,
Que sus mentiras pueden traer dolor.

Ella era un típica inocente,
Zapatos, negros, medias de algodón,
Que sólo era feliz en el colegio,
Que nunca tuvo en su piel amor.
Inútil es decir
Que lo que le dijeron lo creyó.

Que raro saber el fin de nuestra historia,
Algunos lo podrán imaginar,
La niña que sin pena y sin gloria
Perdió sus medias y su castidad.

Preciso es condenar al que se burla de nuestra moral
Pero hay algo que no se puede explicar
¿Por que la niña ríe en ves de llorar?

Todo el mundo quisiera estar ahí ..Sin pensar en nada ni nadie ...

Sin problemas que tenes que resolver si o si porque es tu fin ..

Quiero recordarte tal cual como te vi

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