(Inspired by Helloween’s Anything My Mama Don’t Like)
I’m sick and tired of life that surrounds me always
And of the fact that only the innocent pay.
In my opinion, no one cares for me at all,
And whatever happens, no one will answer my call.
I would like to care for my generation,
But I got no time to care for myself.
What I feel now can be called frustration.
For so many days nothing’s been well.
Every day’s one more step closer to death,
And I can’t tell that my life was a success.
Misfortunes falling upon my head every day,
And still I remember, who are to blame do not pay.
I got no idea why I’m so ill-starred,
Got no one to explain to me.
I’m neither angel nor demon nor God,
I’m only an unfortunate man, as you see.
11.06, 11.09.97
71. An Unfortunate Man
© Copyright: Феликс Ремов, 2020
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