To my best friend
Speak. 'Cause I can see right through you.
Nothing here to be afraid of.
I will help to get words out.
Let me hear the gist.
Don't believe that world is cruel.
Just forget you should or could have.
Live - with me, or just without,
Let me know, at least.
Speak, 'cause I'm afraid of hiding
Darker words upon the water.
Speak, 'cause I'm afraid of drowning
Here alone in August rain.
Listen, too, 'cause I am trying
Get with you inside this Autumn.
Slowly, but we won't be lonely.
Let us get a happy end.
Speak
© Copyright: Мейлинг Ирина, 2012
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