Here How She Feels

Посвещено моей подруге, которой очень тяжело даётся жизнь.



She walks alone in the dark.
She shivers lying in the park
On the bench looking in the sky,
Thinking: “Don’t care if I die”.

Though she has her soul stolen
And cannot coalesce with it again,
I don’t wanna her to fallen
In some place not so far away.

I don’t wanna let her life be broken
As she was coaxed in everyone’s love.
Her thoughts have been shaken
And after she’s aspiring somewhere above.

There wasn’t a lot of her to admire,
People loved some things, especially her money.
Now – everything caught up by fire.
She laughs: “That’s all so funny!”
But truly she cries and dies with
Every piece of her heart.

She has nothing to care about.
All she has had – she has lost.
Her dreams have been pulled out –
Everything she loved the most.

Before turning-point she will write:
“Perhaps, I’m wrong…
I’m foolish and think that I’m strong…
I have nobody to speak to…
Oh, I’m so weak…
I was blinded by glitter and gold…
I feel my heart turning cold…
I ran underworld, and left my life to rust…
God, forgive me,
I found a guide in the city of lust…”