whose life am i living mine or yours?
whose dreams do i try to make true?
the rope that was saving me now has thorns
the golden way covered in glue.
I live in slow motion, where so hard to notice
how shape of my soul change itself
in games of my life I'm still such a novice
I just want keep being myself.
Against wind of changes I closed all my windows
It broke them and brought me above
I'm crying of pain, unfairness and wisdom
I'm falling... in hell or in love?
в предчувствие бури
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