I'm sick and tired of this rain
And nobody's beside me here.
My eyes are full of tears and pain
Which cannot simply disappear,
My soul is suffering from it,
Sometimes it even hearts my body...
The crime I'm dreaming to commit
Won't be excused by anybody:
I'm going to destroy my love
Though I can hardly breathe without it!
But I am strong and I'll survive
Whatever what he thinks about it.
2012
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