They tell me: "Your pain is not so big, it is small."
I just want to say: "Fuck you all, fuck you all!"
It is wider than the sky, it is wider than the sea...
And all of it is just because you left me, oh boy, you left me...
I could have told you how I feel, how I feel before.
No more chance to say this anymore,
no more chance to escape from woe.
I bet you live well, you enjoy your life, you're pretty fine.
I am alone in the hell, going to die, going to die.
And you left me, oh boy, you left me, I destroy my life.
I can never smile, I can't even cry.
Want to find my paradise again...and soar up high.
And you left me, oh boy, I cannot say good-bye.
I go on and on shouting at my dog, looking with dry eyes.
I just want to live - it's not that much, I don't want to die.
The Song of Woe
© Copyright: Анастасия Гирш, 2010
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