***
It's so strange but here I am
Sitting in a traffic jam
Trying hard to analyze
If my heart is made of ice.
Chorus
How are you? She is waiting for my reply
Nothing new, I'm busy, good bye
I know she is crying, she's bitterly crying
I ring off feeling something prick me inside
This is what I could never hide.
I'm not even trying, not even trying.
***
She's as tender as a dove
She's the girl whom I don't love
Passion is a kind of burst
But you know love can't be forced
How are you?
© Copyright: Татьяна Пивоварофф, 2018
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