You’re playing with the insecure
You’re playing with...but don’t want any cure
You’re so stupid
You’re ruled by awe
Ruled by desire
And you’re burnt, burn in the fire
I know it stands behind
You tried not to mind
But you hear its breath hard and wild
Take a bow my love
But I know you have steel rod inside
And you have chance to run
You’re playing with the insecure thing
You’re fallen bride, you think
Underworld is your existence
But you’re dead before you lost your breath
You believe in new religion of mystic
You’re dead and gun isn’t demanded to kill
You thought it’s fun
You didn’t try to run
But time doesn’t wait anyone
And now you’re crying
Because you’re tied
And lost your chance
Thing
© Copyright: Анна Маннана, 2019
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