The harsh realities is fearful
I make an affort to survive
I wont to fill myself alive
I loose my strength, my luck is wasteful
I bag you, please, don't scan me through
My fate go dutch with me I know it
Her eyes express so awful true
She reads my soul, she looks so avid
I make my way I'll try it best
Why cannot stay and look around?
Why cannot cry and have a rest?
And ask my friend-"What do you think about?"
Oh! May I something gonna change
I hopr my Lord I'm not a liar
It seems my life is Your rrevange
But don't forget I'm not the siant
Now when I'm loosed my soul's tongue
I think I've made all that I could
If You cannt stand my neighbourhood
I think the speaker is about to conclude
I wont to live
© Copyright: Лена Бандышева, 2007
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