Be sad, decieved and hit,
Keep suffering all out,
Remember your defeat,
And shut your painful shout.
There's no need to shed,
There's no need to waste,
You simply were condemned
To know this rotten taste.
Now, feeling like a stuff,
Enjoy the void within,
Inhaling bitter snuff
Of your delirious dream.
Now, laying on the floor
And turned all inside out,
Just try to check the score,
Just realize your fault.
And your narcotic dreams,
Injected by the pain,
That doesn't play, but wins,
Will prove the honour's vain.
Your heart is just a fake,
Don't try to pay the price,
The marvel you can't make
Won't be presented twice.
Now take this (deadly?) pill
To change the taste of pain
With no hope to heal...
And go to fall again.
Afterfall
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So here I'm on the floor
I lay still and pretend
I opened the right door
Where no one can offend
And even if the fault
has happened to be mine
I'll never rub the salt
in wound which I untie
Олег Артынов 29.08.2011 01:59 • Заявить о нарушении
I lay still and pretend
I opened the right door
Where no one can offend
And even if the fault
has happened to be mine
I'll never rub the salt
in wound which I untie
Олег Артынов 29.08.2011 01:59 • Заявить о нарушении
Perhaps, somwhere far away right things exist,
As soon as I find it, I'll open this door.
But now I suspect all the doors' rooms consist
Is much worse, then one's I don't want to learn more.
Магдалена Рауд 29.08.2011 18:39 Заявить о нарушении
As soon as I find it, I'll open this door.
But now I suspect all the doors' rooms consist
Is much worse, then one's I don't want to learn more.
Магдалена Рауд 29.08.2011 18:39 Заявить о нарушении
And that is why we shouldn't regret
For thing we've done in live
The worst senario is to suspect
That hope somehow can die
Олег Артынов 29.08.2011 18:47 Заявить о нарушении
For thing we've done in live
The worst senario is to suspect
That hope somehow can die
Олег Артынов 29.08.2011 18:47 Заявить о нарушении
Regret? What about? I can't see the reason.
There's nothing I've done - there was nothing to do.
And hope is not more then the fifth year's season -
It never is real and was never used to.
Магдалена Рауд 29.08.2011 19:19 Заявить о нарушении
There's nothing I've done - there was nothing to do.
And hope is not more then the fifth year's season -
It never is real and was never used to.
Магдалена Рауд 29.08.2011 19:19 Заявить о нарушении
Seasons change like tracks on my playlist
Nothing else would make me feel that time goes by
Life can trick if you won't raise your fist
It will give a chance to introduce and say goodbye
Олег Артынов 01.09.2011 02:55 Заявить о нарушении
Nothing else would make me feel that time goes by
Life can trick if you won't raise your fist
It will give a chance to introduce and say goodbye
Олег Артынов 01.09.2011 02:55 Заявить о нарушении