Everyday I loose myself
I try to runaway, but nothing I can make
This is life that I’ve to take
It’s not a joke, I just can brake…
The evening is cold
I’m sitting opposite the pond
It’s getting dark
And I don’t know what I’ve got.
I’ve got nothing, but I have,
If to be honest, it’s not the end.
Where is the message that you’d to send?
In this world I’m alone,
And this is the reason, cause you’re gone…
Lost
© Copyright: Вероника Аксёнова, 2010
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