I'm falling, falling down
Like golden leaves outside,
The memory, aaw damn,
It is not on my side.
My poor weared mind
Is not under control
It can't stop finding out
Why I play my role.
My life is not like mine,
My tears are only true,
I'd like to light the fire,
And go it through...
I m falling down
© Copyright: Татьяна Вандяк, 2020
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