My heart is dead as a doornail.
I am like a voodu doll
full of cotton.
I've lost all humanity
full of sins
and no desire to get better.
I do remember
there were bright days.
I used to be a flourishing flower.
I am so different.
But what has changed?
I simply tasted some love's poison.
dead as a doornail - бездыханный.
My heart is dead as a doornail
© Copyright: Екатерина Передереева, 2015
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