I fill my nostrils with cocaine
I still can breathe I can’t complain.
But it’s not life it’s hell for me,
Words of the truth killed faith in me.
Despair refill my glass of hate
And suffering fills my soul to the edges.
I trusted blindly instead of following my instincts,
Now I understand why I hurt so much.
I know I can fix my mind and body
But I can’t put a patch over my heart.
Blur image of the joy and pleasure
Appeared for the moment and then was gone.
I feel so, vulnerable and want this feeling to return.
It will bring pain of memory
But I don’t care now...
I am confused and not sure with whom I want to share.
If I come back to the feeling I had before for my love...
I hope I can survive this time,
Until I can decide if I need to find love or already found one...
November 12, 1996
wrt: Andrey Prudnikov
I fill my nostrils with cocaine...
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