Finished Game
Isn't ice in your heart?
May I stop to pretend
That it hurts me so hard?
It's a finished game
So I won and I lost
Rules are always the same
Ways are always so crossed
Sugar taste of your lips
Note of lie in your voice
Teasing half-naked hips
Maybe I had no choice...
Sorry I was so rough
When I'd broken the link
But I suffered enough
I don't care what you think
Now I'm going ahead
You still lurk in the night
Never know how to get
How to get satisfied.
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P.S. Извините за любопытство, как долго Вы учили англйский, прежде чем начали на нем писать стихи?
Эл Саландер 14.01.2015 18:47 Заявить о нарушении
Английский учил в школе, писать начал в ВУЗе.
Много слушал музыки с англоязычной лирикой, вот и весь секрет.
Никита Ток 14.01.2015 18:54 Заявить о нарушении