First a hair cut, and then let the hairs grow.
First they start drinking, and then throw.
First they buy clothes, and then they are not wearable.
First they say that they will always be together, and then on the street did not even say hello.
First they say that they will be friends forever, and the following year did not intersect.
When sad, first they look for a song and when happy they stop listening.
First they argue that they cannot tolerate smokers and then they become those who smokes like a chimney.
First they say they will never leave, and leave themselves. First they beg you to trust them, and then a knife in the back, and good-bye.
First they make you transcend themselves through pride, and then they betray.
People they are.
Today they love, and tomorrow ... and tomorrow they will not understand what you mean.
People they are.
