Heavy sky is getting darker
People are upset
I am going through the park and
Talking to myself
Trolley takes me to the places
I don't want to be
Everything that I embrace is
Slowly killing me
Clocks are ticking, I'm not healing
Lying that I'm fine
I can't get rid ot the feeling
Next stop may be mine
There is no point in beeing sober
Bad for staying sane
Is it me? Or just October
Memories and pain
is it me?..
© Copyright: Олег Дзикун, 2017
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