I'll never forget this summer
The summer of golden fields
I want to tell you the truth, Mama,
I really did take purple pills.
And nothing hurts you,
'course now it's too late
it's only minutes few
there is no in the world any faith.
The train of feelings runs slowly
Mind games throw me away
I need relaxation only
But can't you see other way?
Again and again I'm losing my mind,
Again and again I'm sleeping alone,
Again and again I'm trying to find
Something that stands. How could it be wrong?
Pills
© Copyright: Екатерина Йорк, 2002
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