I'm tired of being tired of fights.
I am opressed, I'm in dispair.
I'm tired of all those sleepless nights.
Our love goes off, but you don't care.
Where is the happy girl I've been?
Where is my smile, where is my laughter?
The lunch is cooked, the room is clean...
That's how we're living everafter....
I'm tired of being tired of us.
And our love's nothing but mares.
I put my denture to the glass...
I'm getting old. There's no more pleas.
Where is the happy girl I've been?
Where is my smile, where is my laughter?
The lunch is cooked, the room is clean...
That's how we're living everafter....
Climax
© Copyright: Хельга Тарасова, 2009
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