All your life is empty and hollow.
There’s no aim – it’s easy to see.
You can feel no pain and no sorrow,
And I know – you will never disagree.
It’s not for me.
Leave me be.
Hold my hand and show me devotion.
Take me where the sky meets the sea.
You can sell your painted emotion,
But I know – I will always disagree.
It’s not for me.
Set me free.
Mind is blank, plot is clear.
One more day, one more year.
All the same, nothing new.
Get it out of my view.
It’s enough! My beautiful liar,
Do you see the tears that I cry?
It’s your turn to dance in the fire,
But I know – soon my baby’s gonna…
Soon my baby’s gonna…
© Andrew Mosckalev, 27.07.2016