why?
I sit back the whole day
I wander all the day
Asking myself Why?
Why I let it be
If don't want it be so
Why I can't feel free
I wonder what keeps my soul...
May be it's my past?
And some memories stuck in my head,
Or may be I should give up it all instead,
And never ever let my thoughts to last...
Where are you-I've no a deam idea,
Why do winds blow-
I believe, they can bring my why to you,
And then why I'm hopeless to hear a word from you?
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