What is happening around me?
People are mooving, like
zombies...
But why don't they understand,
That they always just pretend?
They don't know, what means
to feel,
They don't know, what means
to live.
I can't find the words to say
'bout the things, they often
make.
They just wanna money and...
They can kill for it a man.
And the dust replaced their
souls,
Those hearts turned into stones.
They don't try to reach the sky,
But they don't look, like alive.
I don't know, how to describe
Their very awful lives.
It's so hard -- to live, like they,
Feeling bad the every day.
Dead souls
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I don't meen to make excuses
For the people you've described
Those poor creatures may deserve this
'Cause there're things money can't buy
Олег Артынов 31.08.2011 20:25 • Заявить о нарушении
For the people you've described
Those poor creatures may deserve this
'Cause there're things money can't buy
Олег Артынов 31.08.2011 20:25 • Заявить о нарушении