It's empty inside me. Why?
I can't even cry,
I can only lie
And see clouds in the sky.
It's empty inside me. Why?
I can hear nothing but my heart,
I speak to the God,
I wanna press the start
And begin with the same part.
I can hear nothing but my heart.
Whole world is me arround,
I'm inside the crowd,
But I'm gonna shout
To listen to my own sound.
Whole world is me arround.
There's cold in soul. Where?
Can I find stairs
To the magic sphere
Of love? I'm full of despair.
I feel coldness everywhere.
06.03.2005.
Its empty inside me. Why?
© Copyright: Татьяна Тумольская, 2005
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