Don't you feed my illusions,
It will fade me to black.
Let's not make a confusion,
There's no way to come back.
Please, don't start analyzing,
All my thoughts and believes.
It is so paralyzing,
Things we cannot conceive.
Don't you read my true feelings,
You will never come back.
Cause I'm always "for real",
Painting white what is black.
Shall I feed my illusions?
With your horrible jokes.
It feels like life dilution,
Apoplectical strokes.
Don't you stop equalizing
Our feelings and truths.
And don't stop analyzing
What's between me and you.
Please, don t feed my illusions
© Copyright: Мурзин Алексей Николаевич, 2018
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