It's dark inside
You feel the night
Your heart is full of hate
There's love behind
And it was bright
You thought you faced the fate
But calmness came
And killed the flame
(His) Her blood is on your hands
It's final game
You feel the blame
Nothing from you depends
You took (his) her life
You caught (his) her dreams
You've chosen solitude
With sharpest knife
You've cut the past
Have burnt it all-include
(His) Her soul is strong
But eyes are wet
(He) She looks at you with grin
(His) her heart's alone
But someone else
Don't want to give (him) her in...
And (he) she agrees
Nobody hear crying
Showing fun and desire
Through shut teeth
(His) Her mind is dying
(He's) She's almost in hell fire.
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© Copyright: Лэйтэль, 2011
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