Again,I feel myself being fool,
This is what I am already used to.
Days are becoming sunny,but I feel cool,
Life is unpredictable,this is true.
My thoughts kill my soul
Again,I am driven to be cruel.
I never fall,
But I always play fool.
That's the people who make me scream
And my screams are filled with pain.
I am actually now what I seem
Because I never try to be the same.
Sadness always goes with me,
We are used to each other,
I can't foresee,
But I know,this will not last farther.
Cool
© Copyright: Ортиков Диёр, 2020
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