You dared to kill the love in me
The sense, the burning feeling
It seemed to you so easily,
You've never seen the meaning
You called me "friend", you tried to smile,
You wanted pain to kill me,
And now, thank God that you're not mine,
No matter, I am still me.
I am still me
© Copyright: Лизавета Чадаева, 2010
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