The flames in my heart
Are gonna die out.
I look at my art
That will never be found.
I want to make it right
But again the same pain.
I want to hug you tight
But my soul has a chain.
The great chain of lie
Of yours and of mine.
Do you want me to die?
Will every be fine?
Don't tease me please don't,
That's killing me softly.
You aren't gonna me hold
So I'll free this world aptly.
I want to make it right
© Copyright: Анастасия Биер, 2020
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