Sometimes life makes you paranoid
Radio annoys
All of things are mess
And all of your friends are crowd scene, confess
No events to amaze
All of your problems are maze
No words to pronounce
In your head is haze
Your life so fast passes by
Your heart and love expire
And now only emptiness lives inside
World is like something insensible
And rain is your sorrow and tears
Now pleasant moments are fable
No smiles, no mirth
All vanished as if there was not
Only routine is around
Only emptiness and no sound
Everyone lives in shell but inside's so weak
Sobbing won't make you much alive all of sentient
Apathy is like a veil and rope suffocate
Like the one who's standing by your side with a knife behind back
Apathy
© Copyright: Анна Маннана, 2015
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