Now I have no place to go.
There's no house, there's no space.
I'm alone and all I know:
I'm a loser in the race
Almost twenty years old,
I'm too young to say goodbye.
Take my soul, it can be sold!
But... nobody wants to buy.
There's no devil, there's no God,
Skin and blood that's all we are.
Stupid dreams are all I've got.
I remember every scar.
Now, you know, it never hurts,
Now, you know, I never cry
Just imagine: little birds,
Having wings they can not fly.
Girls like me don't date a guy,
They don't kiss before they go.
That is not because I'm shy
Or not beautiful or so...
That's because I'm not the type,
I don't have a "happy" life
Never easy to describe...
Every day is like a knife.
Every night it's like my death
Waiting, standing at the door.
I wish I'd been writing less.
I wish I'd been living more.
Now I have no place to go...
© Copyright: Гульнара Захарова, 2013
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