Oh, I wish I could talk to you…
Heart is shut down like door to hell.
Life is just as a cage to view,
Named a show “I’m feeling well”.
Was there something behind smiles I knew?
No? Am I mistaken? Hey?
Where are you, my mirror new?
Am I living a different tale?
Every morning I think I wake up,
Feeling ready that new roles begin,
Eating dinner and start feeling up
Pain, that evening and night’re bringing in.
I can’t lie to myself anymore.
Isn’t me that I see in front.
You’re the one made me feel a whore.
Walked along and away.
I can’t.
I can t
© Copyright: Ира Орлик, 2014
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