Litlle spinsters grow big
Jolly faces cease to speak
Aint you smothered by your life?
Drink some Cola late at night.
Drink some vodka if you please
Think of shit you daily breathe
Aint it easy to escape?
Just one bullet in your head.
Just one whisper, deadly cold,
And the truth, it will unfold.
Aint it time to rest in peace?
So quiet, so pissed.
Pissed
© Copyright: Евгения Игоревна Карешина, 2009
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