Look I’m down there’s no joy, all your music makes me sad, leggy girls, hard-muscled boys, greedy eyes, the world gone mad
I’ve got a job, some aims to hit and great future to go on to, but I don’t need all this fuckin’ shit, maybe all that I need is you (?)
Happy and cheap the low paid whores cannot get why I’m alone. I can’t hear them hiss no more, all I can hear is this song
Hell, I can’t stand, can’t stand the pain, swelling waves of bleeding light … I would die or maybe I would live – nothing’ll ever be all right
Nothing Will Be All Right
© Copyright: Александра Абанина, 2007
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