This place is devoided of happiness
Kids are not laughing and don`t play any games
Lovers are spending theres best years watchin TV
At work you won`t hear any funny jokes
Only gossips and discusstings of politicians and war
You`re back home, but the news tells you that someone is killed
Sun is shining
But it just burns my skin
To bones
Burn my skin to bones
Acid rain washed away all your pain
Only feeling of regret for past days is left
And the scars from the wounds all over your hands
Loneliness is your only devoted friend
Trying to talk about that leads to ignore
Noone wants listen to you anymore
In the grave, the most silent and safety place
Dressed in new suite, you have finally found a piece
Since then noone could bother you here
Life goes on but without you it seems so cold
There`s no more wish to meet new day
I`m sorry that it`s so much left to say...
This Place
© Copyright: Иван Эйдж, 2012
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