The world is full of rudeness and vice.
People are sick everywhere...
Smiles on faces but fear in their eyes.
The souls’re in craze & despair...
I hid myself in these fucking masks dead,
I laughed with those suckers & when I had to I cryed.
But I’ve thrown off those masks and then so much was said
Behind my back, and now I’m tired...
I refused cliche...
I refused the crowd...
Living not like a vermin...
Yes, I’m lonely, I’m standing out!
Masks
© Copyright: Золотой Котёнок, 2009
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