Don t make me...
What's the sense to talk to myself?
That's the end of one more silly story;
I'll put this book on the shelf.
***
And I will blame the times
That never more come back,
They left me rainy lines;
Some dreams that are wrecked.
***
And all I have to do now
Just keep waiting for the spring,
I will remember sometimes
The days when I had wings.
***
Don't make me cry,
Don't make me wait,
Dont't make me hurt...
Cause youre late.
Cause youre late.
Cause youre late.
***
Your words are empty,
Your eyes like ice,
You lie so frankly...
Don't try it twice.
Don't try it twice.
Don't try it twice...
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