Cold wind's blowing through my soul,
There's nothing except the hole
Which through you can see it all,
Which through you can see me fall.
My dreams melt with dirty grey snow
While everyone's feeling joy,
My thoughts I'm afraid to show
And I feel like at gunpoint.
My soul feels so naked now
And everything hurts like hell,
And you can't imagine how,
How much I would like to tell
You everything that I feel,
Cause all that I feel is real,
And I cannot hide the truth
When I know you see me through.
At Gunpoint
© Copyright: Сэнди Роттен, 2016
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