Pain

Михаил Метляев
In my life
Everything is wrong.
Rope and knife
Disputing, who's right,
Hard and strong.

What we strove,
So far gone.
Why we love
Those, who don't?

Hey!
I can't standing in lane.
I can't do, what they say,
I suffocate.
What a shame!
Doing best, in vain.
Not offense, but pain.

In my dreams
Everything is right.
Milk and cream
Draw the road of love
In the sky of the night.

What I want?
Here I stand...
Those, who don't,
Buried in quicksands.

Hey!
I can't standing in lane.
I can't do, what they say,
I suffocate.
What a shame!
Doing best, in vain.
Not offense, but
Pain.