This false world
This is not a fairy tale.
I went back to my home
And a mess in my head.
Not a beautiful chance
it falls to me now
I am ready to die
for fake silly luck.
Will you help me get up
Or kneel on the floor
I'll give you right away
For selling faith in love.
What is love in our lives?
Who will answer me this question?
I'm burning in hell on the head
No one could answer my question.
I would like to confess my love for you
But these iron chains don't let me find you.
I could make a feat for your beautiful soul
and fly to heaven with my smoldering coal.
If nobody waits at home
© Copyright: Макс Бойко, 2019
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