It is a horrible thing
To feel yourself all the time along.
When you look like little teen.
Without idea for whom you belong.
When you more afraid the life
Than opportunity to die.
You do not have any strength to try.
But its hard to say your dream goodbye.
How to live without any aim?
How to be without understanding rules?
How to catch my own train?
And to find right box with tools.
Why my road so hurts me?
I’m walking all the time along.
I so need you in my life, believe me.
Give me blessing, make me strong
Why my road so hurts me?
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