Come from the place so far away from here
Tellin herself that she's perfectly sweet, sinister
Tellin herself that she could be the beauty, horrible
NOOOOO! she's sooo dire!
No one could understand the way she speaks
No one could understand what she's gonna do
Hollllaaa Lulu....
what's your address ?
your house must be the place which anyone wants to visit
but it's not
your house is the place which makes you so wicked
Holla Lulu...
what u gonna do ?
Hurting feeling is not what saints do
Holla Lulu..........
Your lists must be fulfilled by things what traitors do
I'm sorry for the short poem, there are many things I want to write about Lulu, a girl who ever made me soooooooooooooo broken! and yea, this poem is dedicated to her, hope someday she'll read it, her name is really Lulu, you can call her a lucifer, I'm just trying to disguise it, sorry Lulu, I just want you to know that once you broke my happiness, I'll call you a saint and I'll never ever forget you!
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