Day after day we're arguing a lot.
I'm tired and sick of this tightening knot.
I want to break free from your snares of hands
Just waiting for moment when suffering ends.
Slept next to each other again, night by night,
Do knowing not what's wrong, what is right
You failed to the trap of your personal words
I'll taking no longer your sickening "not"s.
The shattered shell's piece of former myself
Will be covered by dust on your favourite shelf
But everything just it was happened to be.
You don't even know what you meant to me.
Day after day we re arguing a lot
© Copyright: Даниил Винокуров, 2019
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