1
The fight I've left without last hit
Is chasing after me. It bleeds
With blood you've lost when talked to me
My heart has already been shot
The life is coming out for freedom
You know where this can be forbidden
Chorus:
Give me that bullet, please, let me stop
Take from my hands the death-given gun
You're sending me hope but I couldn't stand
That fucking dog's life you've wanted to gave
2
It feels like I'm doing the same damn thing all the day
Then something eccentric breaks down this usual way
I'm looking for chance which can be here right now
But what if I've missed, this call was the last
And people are laughing, they can't feel my pain
My world's crashing down, the sky's meeting ground
The death-given gun
© Copyright: Лена Березан, 2010
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