Ordinary people walking down the streets.
Ordinary thoughts and ordinary deeds.
Strange to be another, strange to be alive,
When everyone around you dreams of simple life.
My dreams are kinda weird, my dreams are kinda wild,
I think I’ll never find someone who’ll break my pride.
So maybe I will go alone all my way
I know I don’t allow to somebody to stay.
I’m not a pierce of quiet and I will never be,
So go straight away or maybe..stay with me?
Ordinary life
© Copyright: Алина Трошина, 2018
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