On the verge of disaster
I'm crying about my life,
You can't feel me this moment
And even can't hear my voice.
And this murderous silence
Enters my heart like a knife,
It was terrible love
And it was more than terrible choice.
What's the sense to be sad and complain?
You and I could be never together,
There is nothing to say and explain...
I am not dropping tears,
It is just rainy weather.
Nothing to explain
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