You're cutting my soul open
To take a peek inside
To sift through all my dreams
And all the things I try to hide
You'll take what you think's worthy
And leave the rest behind
I'll be damaged further
And you will still be blind
You choose what to remember
And wipe away the rest
But while ignorance's your bliss
It's a bullet in my chest
So next time that you see me
And try to catch my eye
I'll whisper: I've got nothing left to give…
And keep on walking by
Nothing left to give
© Copyright: Марина Фордвэкс, 2012
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