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When you mix paint palette and a make-up palette, you’ll be confused. Not only salt looks like sugar kemberlu.

I’m in a crowd filled with burning passions A crowd that believes in true love that exist I wish I made a right decision To believe the passion that consists They say I’ll die blessed Then be forgiven after And peace won’t be forsaken But will be filled with joyful laughter

A perfect shaped body And such pleasing face Loved by many But only at this phase She has a long, shiny, straight hair And perfect curved lips That all guys would care And men would think ‘she’s for keeps’ Girls wants to be just like her With sophisticated looks Wearing a coat with a fur And mentioned in every fairy tale story books The defined loser has curls Which is not real Fooling young girls Of what perfection they should feel

I show up When no one is watching I am a trap Of secret that is burning You can only see me When lights reflect through Sometimes you see me in tree And that is true I am a shadow That is always behind your back I will follow And I will keep track 

Stop Complaining About who should lose Or who should be gaining You’ll just be confused. Compliment her always For the argument to stop Find your own ways Then you will be on top. She’ll feel complete Without the both of you losing Give her a seat And tell her what you are feeling.