I am alive at 32 and it's Vitrolla's fault
Finally, I've turned thirty two years old Should've been dead before that Nothing in this life seems to fulfill me So my day wasn't supposed to be special But surprinsingly, now, it is He is the kind of man that will not lead me on He keeps me warm in his arms and smiles softly at me So when I ran into his arms and he hugged me with such softness I knew this was the best birthday I've had in years I knew that he saw my loneliness and did'nt flinch I sat by his side and we start the small talk He tells me about his beautiful baby girl and we discuss History He demands a bottle of champagne to celebrate my day We share delicious food with so many perfect bites No wonder that when we went to bed, I saw that he wouldn't ruin away. Bottles of wine and joints later, we are two chidren singing I put on my ballet shoes and you partner me in my dirty floors Then, pulls me close and I can feel your warmth and your affection I smell your skin profoundly, let out a wish ...
