It sounds impressing
The story he’s told
Forget deep feelings,
No need for high thoughts.
The window is in mud
Nobody wants it clean
It’s earsier to see
It’s harder not to sleep.
I can’t think
There’s no place for my ideas
Total mess.
He’s kinder when he sees
The beauty of her face.
To smile is not to cry
You feel that it is time…
Ideas make me sick
What’s good will become bad
All thoughts I can regret
Will fall in constant shit.
What’s it about
I don’t know sense
Beginning is just endless stress…
The next may not to be
It’s strange that we are free
No wings are in the back
Impossible to fly and see the neck…
The reasons are not true
This time is not to do…
total mess
© Copyright: Ниандра, 2005
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