BLIND MAN

She appeared from nowhere,

Finding another weak heart

He was desperate finding somewhere

to open his heart for the first time

Maybe it was thing of fate

Maybe gods wrote like that.

But he gave her roses,

and she gave other boys briefs

He was a blind man,

He can't see the sunset

Cause she was front of him

He couldn't walk away

Maybe it was thing of fate

Maybe gods wrote like that.

But he gave her roses,

and she gave other boys briefs

She enjoys breaking hearts

He was her last victim

and now is crying next to river

Poor guy, look what you've done.