I was five and he was six. We rode on horses made of sticks. He wore black and I wore white. He would always win the fight. Bang bang, he shot me down. Bang bang, I hit the ground. Bang bang, that awful sound. Bang bang, my baby shot me down. Seasons came and changed the time. When I grew up, I called him mine. He would always laugh and say. Remember when we used to play? Bang bang, I shot you down. Bang bang, you hit the ground. Bang bang, that awful sound.

Abonne-toi à mon blog! Je suis une éternelle insatisfaite. Je suis une jeune fille née un certain. Le pays de mes rêves.