Die another day
Why you lie to me today?
Yesterday I had born maybe,
I don’t know, where my way.
I want run from hell in heaven,
I just want to find the sense.
You don’t love me, and I reckon,
We will never become friends.
I don’t need to cure my sorrow,
It’s my weapon for the pain.
Are you really want to borrow
All my tears, those fall as rain?
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Диман Титов 03.12.2008 21:40 Заявить о нарушении
Спасибо за рецензию)
Юлия Солярчук 03.12.2008 22:53 Заявить о нарушении