Where are we moving?
Following impaired fate
Do not acknowledge that for turning back it is too late,
And I can't let you go.
So egoistic, ha? All right,
You know I love you babe,
But I'm too weak to fight.
It hurts like hell...I know
your heart is aching.
So does mine. No concentration.
Screaming soul and hands are shaking.
Brain's about to explode...
They'll notice tears and laugh,
They'll say that time will cure.
Bullshit. Time can't cure the love.
15.10.2011 (about 1am)
devoted to the little boy.
where are we moving?
© Copyright: Анна Люта, 2011
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