Your cry,
Make me alive,
Through the highs and lows.
It's a trial,
Trial to survive,
Please, don't pretend a ghost.
Take me with you,
To anywhere that you want,
Don't prech me, just go through,
That will exactly kill my love.
And this is normal action,
On your part, my girl.
You will slowly smash on,
My pure soul and my dead heart.
The imaginary way
© Copyright: Владислав Поповцев, 2016
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