Strained veins on the surface of hands
and everybody's out now.
Shut your door or not,nobody'll come,
stay alone on your side
I'm standing at mine.
Grabing my hand
irresponsible
impossible
incredible.
I'm grabing my board
turn on the old list
it's travel to past
leaving all shit
in the backyard.
We aren't old,are we?
Not too much not to be wild
Not too much not to be fair.
Strained nerves woke me up
late at night
guess,guess what I've thought
I'll never be same
but I don't wanna be anybody
except myself.
If only I could I'd never
let you all in my life.
24/09/13
to М.
strained
© Copyright: Жан-Батист Гренуй, 2013
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