We don’t like it but we do it
That’s what our world is waiting for
Indefinite mean impressions
Like nothing could happen anymore
What do you want from me now?
Could you expect my weakness?
I desperately wanted to taste
Your irresistible bitter sweetness
And now I want you so much
And now you don’t want me at all
But let me touch,
Touch you, my sweet lord
They say love will come through
They say it’s much stronger than death
It’s like yesterday but without you
I’m losing belief breath after breath
I don’t mind getting broken this time
I fade like a star, like its fire
No love, no truth, no perfection
Only this blind and mindless desire
And now I love you again
Though you’ve never loved me at all
So tell me when,
When does it end, my sweet lord?
Devastation
© Copyright: Танцующая Бритва, 2008
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