For me to lose a hope is kinda fun.
It’s just for fun I paint this world in black.
It’s just for fun I look for loaded gun.
It’s just for fun I want to break my neck.
I always was a black sheep in a herd.
I always was a bitterfull mistake.
These lines were written. And they will be heard.
But what they bring, except immortal ache?
My mind is crying just as broken bell.
My soul as dark as deepnight foggy lake.
I’m on the road which seems out of Hell.
Have to be happy… No! This road is fake!
To lose a hope is a kind of fun
© Copyright: Андрей Арцыбашев, 2013
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