Sometimes there is no sense
There is no essence
And what is left - is gone
When frustration is immense
You won't have any license
To what right or wrong
Sometimes there is just hope
To remain yourself
And never fall into despair
Throw away that rope
Put the soap on the shelf
Feel out of lair
Sometimes there is no chance
But chances aren't foretold
And what is left is nonsense
In your head - the state of trance
And nobody to hold
No essence and no sense
25 декабря 2012 в 14:31
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