You don't come back to me.
Let, cause I don't feel pain.
My wounded heart is free,
But in my soul wild rain.
You can be angry, bad boy,
But I will not miss you, believe.
I will never be your stupid toy...
I will be so easy to live.
........
This pain with tears...
I'm dying of loneliness.
When it will pass?
Give me the bliss...
Or clear my memories.
When it will pass?
When it will pass?
© Copyright: Настасия Щербаченко, 2014
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