You hold me tightly in your hands
Keep hugging me until I choke.
And when you find me cold and dead
Just laugh at me and tell a joke.
Just get away from me,
Don’t wanna hear your voice.
You’re rotten too to breath,
I’ve got to talk to you-- no choice.
When you come closer, I want to run
From your indelible dirt.
Just let me go you pull me down,
I’m tired of your moaning-- fuck this world.
Fuck this world
© Copyright: Полиенко Виола, 2006
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