Still it hurts, I do not know
My refuge is far from here
Life is tough; I crave for slow
Slow living, dumb and eerie
Still there is my world unbroken
I do want it into pieces
Life is fake; I crave for talking
Which are tailed off…
I fail to be when you are
Just you are
I fail to live when there are,
Thoughts that you are…
My own is what I want to meet
My refuge I wish I found
What I crave for wish I knew it
My be living makes me down
Be away, my mind is crumbling
You are crash, I thought I can pull
Pull you through; be independent
Still it hurts, when you are…
Still it hurts.. can be lyric
© Copyright: Эрика Брюнхильд, 2005
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