The things around seem to be a fake
'Cause after that my soul started to break
Apart. You came in little world of mine
And then I stopped to feel myself just 'fine'
I watch the face of every passerby
But they're so full of little stupid things.
Full of emptiness, pretending, fucking lie,
They ain't alive. They just exist.
март 2014
existence
© Copyright: Оливер Бэрри, 2014
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