Ten hundreds years
Of love and hate…
Blood rivers run between us
But now the fears
Separate
What's left from our lust
I hope you'll never
Come back home
And wish i'd never seen you
You was then clever
And alone
Seemed in your eyes there was a clue
You'd lost the key
You'd lost the light
I know it was my fault
I've helped you then to lose the glee
And every night
Now I awake in fear for your soul.
Now marijuana and cocaine
Are thought to be your friends
And this freaky Amsterdam is seemed to be your place.
You've understood the pain and game,
Just dirty clients touch your hands
There is no beauty in your face
You're lost
I can't forgive myself
I want to run to you
To put away all the worst
Your pure ghost is on my shelf
And deep inside i love you.
my lost friend
© Copyright: Ирина Дрим, 2006
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