The three of us…
Why do I have to choose?
And all my fuss
Does not have an excuse…
I’m getting sick
Of what I try to hide
I’d give a lick
To both of you my pride
And what I need
Is silent rest of soul
But I will bleed
I’m strong to have it all
The three of us
© Copyright: Ирина Нерпас, 2008
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