Let me live, let me breathe, let me go...
I feel trapped though I am in control.
I've created you, then watched you grow,
Now you're high, while I'm down below.
Years are passing reluctantly by,
What you've learned, some of it you apply,
I can see that with others you try,
Not with me, though... What's different? Why?
Let me live...
© Copyright: Элиза Микаилова, 2012
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