Leave the hope
in the ashtray, I
keep the patience
keep the distance
Day by day
going colder
no resistance
And I feel
This is not for
good.
Every day
You say your sorries
don't believe it
hope you mean it
Wait for you to
loose your temper
Any minute
And I feel this
is not for
good.
See -
you're weak
you won't make it
you can't break me
you won't break me
Not long it will last
and I
Sometimes (at last)
I feel it's all for good
2009. 05. 09 - Not for Good
© Copyright: Евгений Щербаков Пряник, 2012
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