Deep inside there’s your voice
Whispering last farewell words
And the thin wall between us
Grows and grows, grows and grows…
It was there, in the past
Something went different way
And we blindly were saying
It’s o’key, it’s o’key…
Then the moment has come
We’ve set bridges on fire
And we totally burnt out
Our passion, desire…
Now I’m staring at you
On the far other side
And your knives cut me not
Cause I left you aside
On The Other Side
© Copyright: Никодим Святославов, 2006
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