Писмо III

It's been a while
i've seen you smile,
that wicked twist behind your lips.
That phoney shines
and all the lies,
this is the thing that i won't miss.

Throughout the days
i took the blame
for your insincerity instead.
The price i've paid
for all you've said,
i trully do regret.

Your silent words,
like swords they hurts,
you've send it through the mail.
My anger bursts
with all my nerves,
my love is not for sale.