How much time I have been spent
complaining on my own gray life?
Which I gained only for the rent
And must live it with a wide smile)
Many questions break my brain
But I’m still looking alive
Tears are falling, falling rain
Waste of tears, but I don’t cry.
Full of pain inside my heart
Tearing me, smashing my bones
I’m outside still looks alive
But my soul was shot by glock.
crybaby
© Copyright: Александр Харченкоо, 2018
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