There is something wrong.
I can’t quite understand;
Why I am alive and all my friends are dead.
Where have they gone I don’t know,
But I am still here - I live in Hell alone.
There is something wrong.
I forgot it all.
Where are you my friends
And why are you never home?
Inside the light or maybe dark - you are secluded.
I want you to come and visit.
Day is a liar.
But night is the undertaker.
Survive... that’s all, that’s all it takes...
January 11, 1997
wrt: Andrey Prudnikov
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