I’m out of game, it’s hard to stand
This break and all the laughing faces
But it’s my fault - I should have hold myself
Among my thoughts was nothing fascinating.
Oh, how I wish I could be dead,
But then be born again
And still I know there’s nothing changed
And all remains the same.
I was a child, now I’m a girl
And this excites a bit,
Among those deadly stupid things
I feel like piece of shit
I didn’t want to see it now
And yet I have to see
I’m out of game and out of life
Don’t you say that to me!
Breakdown
© Copyright: Елизавета Ремизова, 2005
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