i seek the end
i've lost control
i feel my steps aren't on the road
and i pretend
i feel alright
there's something in my eyes to hide
not concentrate
i want to sleep
may be feel your heat is all i need
but streets are cold
and day is hole
and people are so dangerous
i hope my thoughts
will not kill me
my words so twisted. can you hear?
and night is coming
after all
in night i feel world little more
when my eyes are closed
what is around?
what's happening when
we're in our mind?
i'm not right
i'm not right
i'm not right
I seek the end
© Copyright: Сухоненко Вадим, 2014
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