i'm afraid to create grandiose goals
and be responsible for my own future.
does performance to plans help nothing to lose?
pretexts on my skin are like sutures.
concept "with might and main"
scares me more than strong pain.
these words are for no one
reality's half gone.
chorus:
and sometimes i tell myself:
stop dreaming,
don’t stop dreaming,
i don’t what is right,
but deals don’t start with finish.
but how can i get better
and not lose myself,
i burst and dire serpents
escape from my shell.
i don't stop to gasping
due to fear of freedom.
if you wish be honest,
you have now to be dumb.
chorus
stop dreaming
© Copyright: Лиза Пролетарская, 2017
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