The drop from high was quick like lightning!
All paper laurels deep in mud.
One thought of losing you is frightening.
The fact I lost myself is sad.
All years of believing something
Just perished, almost overnight.
One thought of losing you is frightening.
The fact I lost myself is light.
Whichever battles I was fighting,
They now seem all lost in vain.
One thought of losing you is frightening.
One thought of losing you is pain.
Downfall
© Copyright: Евгений Касевин, 2007
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