Does she know what I feel when I see her
Does she miss me, when I left our home
I feel homeless without her in a city
I need help, but her windows are closed.
I keep diggin a grave for myself
Everyday
When she sleep in her chamber
I don't know when I have a lit chance
To be with you, maybe in December
I'm a freaky stricken little boy
You are the queen of this world, my dear
Save me from this humanities war
Be with me, girl, save me from my fear.
Save me...
© Copyright: Александр Харченкоо, 2018
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