Sometimes I wish to run away
And change the way of living
Cause I'm fed up with the stuff
My life is constantly giving.
My heart and mind don't go along,
There's always confrontation
Where is the place where I belong?
Where is my passion?
With both my hands I hold the life.
But after all I'm only man who needs to love.
I hear the angels crying,
I'm on the edge of dying
I cannot be forever lying.
I cannot sacrifice
I have just single life,
I wanna do whatever I mean to.
I don't know why it is so hard
To break with false affections?
It seems like selfish but in fact
They give me false intentions.
My heart keeps telling me to go
But there's so much to deal with
I can not stand to hurt the ones
Can't stand the falling tears.
Where do I belong?
© Copyright: Пилипенко Сергей, 2013
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