When you have nothing to say,
When you can't find your own way,
When someone tells you just lie,
You should simply die.
Without any hope for tomorrow,
That fact makes me so sorrow.
Recalling success of my past
Like blowing away ancient dust
I cry for the darkness of future
Like tormenting my brain suture.
Absorption is everywhere.
It's surrounding me,
I can't resist. It's there...
Desperate. I'm desperate.
I've nothing to lose.
Every attempt is a chance.
Desperate
© Copyright: Александр Смит, 2005
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